Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the 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 that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for to go down (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
Could be (Whoo!)
seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played nigga
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on like 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' paid for, a nigga (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they try that shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin shit
And a motherfucker droppin' shit

DMX

If it ain't it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it 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!)
When I down the door
Fuck around on my name will be
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When up north 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, rules to break, crews to
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I
red with the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
shit 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!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish
What's crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them
One false move and their moms'll read them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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