Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested of the Bronx
of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

Even if don't fake jax
Fat Joe, forth the illest motherfuckers
In this rap game
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 lie? people, who spy?
It's life and death, live or die

Ultimates who made 'em, why do we even
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, 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 flame him up arson
It's dangerous

Opposites, strangers 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 second thoughts run through your mind
When my slugs connect and strike your arteries
When my fists connect, they causin' injuries
What you know Junior? You not

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

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

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

My raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' 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 if you got the balls
Just load the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his
Don't or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
To up, punchin' body blows and uppercuts

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

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

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

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

You lose, 'cause I got, the ill street and still
The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East
So your back black, Bronx 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 motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx
in realer, my motherfuckin' nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon, the
My Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Camp
All you know the times, yeah

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