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 the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Eagle packin 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 get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played this
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas like (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But thats how shit be
I know one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of
You ain't stoppin
And ain't a motherfucker shit

DMX

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

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
Fuck around on my name will be
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up I put niggas to waste
So you wanna the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke Jokers is cards
And cards are what I
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two 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 niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about niggas
And they wives'll be without niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
Throw your up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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