Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

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

I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the 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 with the scent of boom
ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off the head of a snitch then we outta here

Chorus: 2X

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

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

Thinkin of a way ta get wit my P.O.
I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo
Now behind bars where scars in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got and commissary
Cause I goin home ta never worry
Another straight up "No" comin the board
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the
know whats the word cause 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 tight for awhile an everythings aight
I got one in for hardcore fanatics
Bangin from basement ta attic put if ya got dramatics
Who's the next up for heads, my leads used up
I'll use my baseball and youll get bruised up

Word my semi-automatic
and smokin lyes more than a habit
and our die tragic
We stalk around like the out for prey
Back in the island pullin jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run the coppers
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 fleet packs
Ain't sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper with me
And my D to the O-G

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