Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Those

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

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

You got to those, jokers who pop those
You know those, snot-nosed
I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin' 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 your peeps, 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 life and fry in
Either way lead the way, cause only time'll tell
I rhyme for real, not that imaginary
I really will stab you and one of my adversaries

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

see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there
No bystanders to get hit with a spare
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 with the Devil and Jesus on the chorus
You ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the clip and one in the

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

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

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

And I'm the on the field
Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to
bastard steal, a full clip and a extra
And I'ma blast ya til your whole click
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 take a chance, but the worst
Put my so far up your ass
the sweat on my knee'll quench your
Ooh, "Thanks Pun"

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

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