Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Those

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga you wack, you ain't bringin' for us
I got songs the Devil and Jesus singin' on the chorus
You can't us, nigga you know how we roll
in the clip and one in the hole

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 those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, rah rah, talkin' bla-bla
That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh

Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll me
Got the niggaz alive talkin' bout, "Papi's nasty"
Cocky crafty like sassy Puerto Rock Apache
Posse not even the cops catch me

I'm too fast, four-hundred pounds, but I ass
Soon as you spoke, I smoked you with two jabs
My game is tight, you wanna play, name your price
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 bastard steal, a full and a extra
And I'ma ya til your whole click respeta
Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the
'Tate quieta, the bitch got a bad

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

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