Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

When I through
is see through
Just like (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs yellow tags on toes it's
What to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the of time we're facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for shit to go (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a brand new
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests couldn't save nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then pour in ditches (Uh!)
ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And ain't a motherfucker droppin'

DMX

If it ain't it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't none of muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
Fuck on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to
So you wanna the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole peeps hit the board off
is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
red with the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the at the finish line
your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them
One false move and their moms'll read them niggas
And they wives'll be without niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what fuckin with streets would be
The Professional 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)