Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta the stress
The herb and the do a nigga justice
They fake Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke wit
Fuck the foreplay lets do the raw way
the he say she say check what we say

I'm dwellin in the wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the wit lyrics punks run for shelter
on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its ya get
Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya
Death fills the air along with the scent of
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya
Off with the of a snitch then we outta here

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[Rock] Won rhyme for the snitch dime
Wontime
[Rock] Won for the heads doin time
Wontime
[Rock] Won for the crooks commitin crime
Wontime
[Rock] Wontime for ya mind

Sittin in the pens with my against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get bus headin upstate
New plates same from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on
In the parallel cell mad niggas
Cause some think doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles wild in this vicinity
keep an open eye now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump theirs
Nobody move nobody blown from here ta rear

Thinkin of a way ta get wit my P.O.
Cause I knew the bitch a nigga on the D-Lo
Now behind bars where scars in pairs
Troopin wit my in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin on the ass, got cash and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta worry
Another straight up "No" comin from the
Keep my hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word the grill is blank
Once its on sucka-type grab yo shank

Well I was taught two wrongs dont a right
but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings
I got one in store for hardcore
Bangin from ta attic put static if ya got dramatics
Who's the up for heads, when my leads used up
I'll use my bats and youll get bruised up

Word my semi-automatic
and static lyes more than a habit
and our die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for
Back in the island pullin more by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the
Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way you can stop us

Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through
And my packs heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for
I got on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls me
And my D to the O-G

See we be hittin up Boom a lot
In the cypher high with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont come in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma you
Bumba claat rude bwoy off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya mind