Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested streets of the
Home of cops
Where get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

Even if they fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin' the illest motherfuckers
In this rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers

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

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

mad tension in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
Eject the from the glove compartment
Lay out the spray, and flame him up like arson
It's business

Opposites, these be bendin' opposites
So put your in mine, best brace your spine
opposites may attract, but they don't combine
My impact so fat, you your vertebrates grind

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

The Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has balls to diss it
Whether or shine, we be bustin' out nines
Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with that ill type

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

I doom the like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the out the sky and blow the sun away
Me and my brothers play
Strictly hardcore, lyrics I'm finished breakin' God's laws

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

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the
load the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause, let the go up his butt
To finish up, punchin' 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 damage, rap's red-handed bandit
Well I'll be 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 sendin' up shit's creek
So sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York streets

I'm a big fat dick, whack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
Take 'em home, 'em good
Then 'em back to you in bandages

You lose, 'cause I got, the ill street and keep
The close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you ever fake jax, slit yo' throat like O.J.

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

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

your motherfuckin' back
Blow out the back of your
D.I.T.C. motherfucker