Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

When I creep
Niggaz is see
Just like (Uh!)

1: DMX

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

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 dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty through 'em
ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray the door
Fuck around on my name be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
the news to break, I got dudes to take
I joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
shit 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 niggaz like the tape at the finish
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 move and their moms'll read 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 these streets would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)