Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

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

Even if they don't jax
Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest
In this rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these know

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

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

There's mad 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
dangerous business

Opposites, strangers be bendin' opposites
So put your face in mine, best your spine
'Cause opposites may attract, but they don't
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
you know Junior? You not evil

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

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

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

My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' then buddhaed
So you might get shot and a lot of fluid
The spot I 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 or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
To finish up, punchin' blows and uppercuts

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 Keith Nut, hit 'em that ill type rhyme

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

'Cause I got fuckin' my preacher's daughter
Menace Dennis on the M.I.C.
You run son, I'm sendin' emcees up shit's 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 that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
Take 'em home, fuck 'em
Then send 'em back to you in

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

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

Armageddon, the
My Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Eclipse Camp
All you motherfuckers the times, yeah

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