Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal with yellow tags on toes it's
happens to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of we're facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's for shit to go down (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played this
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or should I say a bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats just how be
I know that one day gon' try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And a motherfucker droppin' shit

DMX

If it ain't ruff it 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 know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
I spray down the door
Fuck around on my will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are what I
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them
One move and their moms'll read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
Throw 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 Ryders! Word up!)