Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my head ta rest
I up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga
fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of punks who front shit
Even though I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay do shit 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
Smif-N-Wessun's on the with a noose for yo neck
You let info out so its dead ya get
Here's the Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and ya fears
Off the head of a snitch then we outta here

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

Sittin in the with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so danger come Ill be on point
In the parallel mad niggas flip
Cause some think doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles wild in this vicinity
keep an eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without
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 wanna it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta worry
straight up "No" comin from the board
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the
Niggas know the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on grab yo shank

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

Word Life my
and static smokin lyes more a habit
and our victims die
We stalk around like the beast out for
Back in the island pullin jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my on the run from the coppers
Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through
And my fleet packs
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for
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 rolls me
And my D to the O-G

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