Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

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

Even if they don't 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 stone cold
What's truth, what's 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 Heaven or is it total
For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and felt
We can exchange shots, until our melt

There's mad in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one man's stare, you dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like
It's business

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

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

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

Yo, I 'cause a bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat just for L
My skills, boom 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
hardcore, lyrics 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws

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

dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his
To finish up, punchin' body blows and

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

Yo, I cause damage, rap's bandit
Well I'll be goddamn it, I ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my is out of order
Got kicked out my

'Cause I got fuckin' my preacher's daughter
Menace like 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

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

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

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin'
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 Eclipse Camp
All you know the times, yeah

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