Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Those

Earth to Pun, in Pun
Boy, yeah yeah yeah
The levels, the levels, the be good?
Levels is good, levels is good?

You got to watch those, who pop those
You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin'
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no

You got to watch those, who pop those
You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no

I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' with the guns out
Spray peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
Who can stop me? I shorty I'ma shoot you papi
Caught him in the crapper the clapper, while he was doin' caci

I'll probably die in jail, make it through and fry in hell
Either way I'ma lead the way, only time'll tell
I rhyme for real, not that vocabulary
I will stab you and every one of my adversaries

There's no remorse, fuck these thug niggaz, me the boss
Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin' up
I love my freedom, and you know I love my
So I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem

I'll see him in hell, we'll it there, better it there
No innocent bystanders to get hit with a
I really care who catches strays with the Mac
Like I really care who you to rap on your track

Nigga you wack, you bringin' nuttin' for us
I got songs the Devil and Jesus singin' on the chorus
You ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the clip and one in the

You got to watch those, who pop those
You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, rah rah, talkin' bla-bla
That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh

You got to those, jokers who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin'
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no

Can't no comp come at me, this battle the back me
Got the nicest alive talkin' bout, "Papi's nasty"
crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache
Posse not even the could catch me

I'm too fast, four-hundred pounds, but I ass
as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs
My game is tight, you wanna play, just name your
Fame to ice, your brains life, the game is sheist

And I'm the on the field
Even in school I was nominated the most to kill
This steal, a full clip and a extra
And I'ma ya til your whole click respeta
you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra
'Tate quieta, the got a bad temper

Don't surrender, you ain't got a
You be lucky to leave half-dead, in an ambulance
So a chance, but expect the worst
Put my so far up your ass
the sweat on my knee'll quench thirst
Ooh, "Thanks Pun"

You got to those, jokers who pop those
You know those, snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, bla-bla
ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh

You got to watch those, who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin'
ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh