Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested of the Bronx
Home of corrupt
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin' wigs back

if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe, forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap
Hey yo Armageddon, let these know

You look, I look, you invite it, I
I forever wearin' it, you know cold crook
What's truth, what's Who's people, who spy?
life and death, choose live or die

Ultimates who made 'em, why do we exist?
we die, is there Heaven or is it total blackness?
For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and y'all
We can exchange shots, until our chambers

There's mad in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo
Eject the Czech from the compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up arson
dangerous business

Opposites, these strangers be opposites
So put your face in mine, best brace your
'Cause opposites may attract, but don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel vertebrates grind

Now second thoughts run through your mind
my slugs connect and strike your major arteries
When my fists connect, they causin' injuries
What you know You not evil

The South is the wrong place to visit
I know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be out nines
Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with that ill type

Yo, I 'cause a bloody to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat for [unverified] L
My skills, puffin' in Hell
(Undecipherable)

I doom the world like I was God and my gun away
Then the moon out the sky and blow the sun away
Me and my play hardball
Strictly hardcore, lyrics 'til I'm finished God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' high buddhaed
So you might get and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage the thirty gauge

There's dirty to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the glock and the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
To finish up, body blows and uppercuts

The South Bronx is the wrong place to
I don't know an MC who has enough to diss it
Whether or shine, we be bustin' out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill rhyme

Yo, I cause damage, red-handed bandit
Well be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
for the slaughter when my brain is out of order
Got out my church

'Cause I got caught my preacher's daughter
Menace Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm emcees up shit's creek
So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York

Like I'm a big fat dick, emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll yo' kids
Take 'em home, fuck 'em
Then send 'em back to you in

You lose, I got, the ill street and still keep
The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the coast
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz play
If you ever jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.

Yeah, my motherfuckin' crew
Straight out the South
The motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx
in realer, my motherfuckin' nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon, the
My nigga Big Dog
out the Full Eclipse Camp
All you motherfuckers know the times,

Watch your back
Blow out the of your domepiece
D.I.T.C. motherfucker