Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my down ta rest
I up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a justice
fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of punks who front shit
Even though some I ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
Fuck the lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check 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 loose a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its ya get
the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of
Open ya motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a then we outta here

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

Sittin in the with my back against the gate
Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get bus headin upstate
New plates same from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger Ill be on point
In the parallel cell mad niggas
Cause some think theyre dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this
keep an open eye now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya shorty!)
ta thump wit any chump without theirs
Nobody nobody 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 where scars in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna it here
Flippin on the ass, got cash and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta worry
Another straight up "No" comin the board
my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word cause the is blank
Once again its on sucka-type yo shank

Well I was taught two dont make a right
but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings
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 bats and youll get bruised up

Word my semi-automatic
and static lyes more than a habit
and our die tragic
We stalk like the beast out for prey
in the island pullin more jooks by the day
Takin 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 through deep
And my fleet heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we play for
I got money on my and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine my lifes on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the rolls with me
And my D to the O-G

See we be hittin up spots a lot
In the cypher 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 claat rude lick off ya nine
As I hit you one for ya fuckin mind