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 my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with tags on toes it's
What happens to those (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is 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
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played this
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But just how shit be
I know that one day gon' try that shit 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 ruff it me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't 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 right 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray 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 fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
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 shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's Spinach (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the 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 all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about them
And they be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of 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 with these streets would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)