Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested streets of the
of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin' pushed back

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

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

Ultimates who made 'em, why do we even
When we die, is there Heaven or is it total
For any touch, a feeling, touch and y'all felt
We can exchange shots, our chambers melt

mad tension in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo
the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and him up like arson
It's dangerous

Opposites, these be bendin' opposites
So put your face in mine, best brace spine
'Cause opposites may attract, but they combine
My impact so fat, you feel your grind

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

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

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

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun
Then snatch the moon out the sky and blow the sun
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 get shot and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an early age, ever the curly braids
I earn a wage with the thirty gauge

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

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

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

'Cause I got caught fuckin' my preacher's
Menace like on the M.I.C.
You run son, I'm sendin' 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
send 'em back to you in bandages

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

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

Armageddon, the
My nigga Big Dog
Straight out the Full Eclipse
All you motherfuckers the times, yeah

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