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 nigga
They cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front
though some I used 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 wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the wit lyrics punks run for shelter
on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let slip out so its dead ya get
Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya
Death the air along with the scent of boom
ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch we outta here

Chorus: 2X

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

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

Thinkin of a way ta get wit my P.O.
I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo
Now bars where scars come in pairs
wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta never
Another straight up "No" from the board
Keep my anger 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 tight for awhile an everythings aight
I got one in store for hardcore
Bangin from basement ta attic put 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 more than a habit
and our victims die
We stalk around like the out for prey
Back in the island pullin jooks by the day
loot wit my crimeys 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 packs heat
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 the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
And my D to the O-G

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