Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the (What?)
Metal with yellow tags on toes it's
happens to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for shit to go (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
this nigga
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies a nigga caught
Or should I say a bought
Cause ain't like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But just 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 shit
And ain't a 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 y'all is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a right 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 will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
even 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 sleep with the off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got 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 shit
Is to shit (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, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the comin' all out them niggaz
One move and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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