Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my head down ta
I roll up a nickel sack of 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 of them punks who front shit
Even some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say what we say

I'm dwellin in the wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose a noose for yo neck
You let info out so its dead ya get
Here's the Black Moon we up in ya room
Death the air along with the scent of boom
ya eyes motherfuckers 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
[Steele]
[Rock] Won rhyme for the heads doin
Wontime
[Rock] Won rhyme for the crooks commitin
Wontime
[Rock] Wontime for ya muthafuckin

Sittin in the with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus upstate
New plates same faces the last joint
Got my banger so danger come Ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad niggas
Cause some think doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck in this vicinity
keep an eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump theirs
Nobody nobody gets 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 scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and
Cause I ain't goin home ta never
straight up "No" comin from the board
Keep my hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type yo shank

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

Word Life my
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 aint no way that you can us

Get out my way nigga, I'm comin deep
And my fleet packs
nuttin sweet we play 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 hittin up spots a lot
In the cypher gettin with the hoods on the block
If you dont me dont even come in my circle
around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya mind