Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my head down ta
I roll up a sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a justice
They fake cause Im a snake and cant be
I put up with none of them punks who shit
Even though some I ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check we say

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

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

Sittin in the pens with my back against the
Hot as a cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces the last joint
Got my banger so danger come Ill be on point
In the cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass
Juveniles buck in this vicinity
keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the
(Watch ya shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any without theirs
Nobody nobody gets blown from here ta rear

Thinkin of a way ta get wit my P.O.
Cause I the bitch dicked 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
I ain't goin home ta never worry
Another straight up "No" comin the board
Keep my hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo

Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a
but me and Ripper real tight for awhile an everythings aight
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 baseball bats and youll get up

Word Life my
and static smokin lyes than a habit
and our die tragic
We stalk like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin more by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run the coppers
Boot on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

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

See we be up Boom spots a lot
In the cypher gettin high the hoods on the block
If you dont know me even come in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya fuckin