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 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 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 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 show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
Know you so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests couldn't save nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played nigga
But thats 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 like bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But thats just how be
I know that one day they gon' try shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
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
y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the
around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(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 hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got to do, rules 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
red with the clip full
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll about them niggas
And they wives'll be them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin
your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know fuckin with these streets would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)