Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin there ain't much that 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 with yellow tags on it's
What happens to those (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!) It's time for to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
Know you so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I this nigga
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played this
But thats I'm good 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 like bitches (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in (Uh!)
ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats how shit be
I know one day they gon' 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 it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty through 'em
Cause 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 will be
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I joke cause Jokers is cards
And are what I pull
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot 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 your crew, gonna do I put the pressure on
And it hurts, gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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