Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause ain't much that the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert Eagle the morgues (What?)
Metal with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
Know you schemin' so I 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 this (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played nigga
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found the bodies that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin shit
And ain't a motherfucker 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 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 muh'fuckers 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 even up north I put to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause is cards
And cards are I pull
Infra red the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them
One false move and their read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
Throw your up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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