Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

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

I'm in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit lyrics run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose a noose for yo neck
You let slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death the air along with the scent of boom
ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a then we outta here

Chorus: 2X

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

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

Thinkin of a way ta get wit my P.O.
Cause I knew the bitch dicked a on the D-Lo
Now behind bars scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got and commissary
Cause I ain't goin ta never worry
Another straight up "No" comin the board
Keep my hidden til I'm back up in the ward
know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type 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 basement ta attic put static if ya got
Who's the next up for heads, my leads used up
I'll use my baseball bats and get bruised up

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

Get out my way nigga, I'm comin deep
And my fleet heat
nuttin 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 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 dont even in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed then hurt you
claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya mind