Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

When I creep
is see through
Just negligee (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 with yellow tags on it's
What to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only 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
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda what I gave this nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played nigga
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
niggas like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in (Uh!)
They found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But thats just how be
I know one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't shit
And a motherfucker droppin' 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
Most niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all 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 even up I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke Jokers is cards
And cards are what I
Infra red with the full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

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

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz won't 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!)