Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the
The herb and the do a nigga justice
They fake cause Im a snake and 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
Kill the he say she say check we say

I'm in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the clips wit punks run for shelter
on the loose with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its ya get
Here's the Moon we creepin up in ya room
Death fills the air with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes and greet ya fears
Off with the of a snitch then we outta here

Chorus: 2X

Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime
[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 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 cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think doin dip just got his ass ripped
buck wild in this vicinity
keep an open eye cause now I sleep 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 the bitch dicked a nigga 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 bitch ass, got and commissary
Cause I ain't goin home ta worry
Another up "No" comin from the board
Keep my hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the word the grill is blank
Once again its on sucka-type grab yo

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

Word my semi-automatic
and static smokin lyes more a habit
and our victims die
We stalk like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin more 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 through
And my packs heat
Ain't nuttin we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my hand on my
Got ta get mine my lifes 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 high with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont even come in my
Fuck and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy off ya nine
As I hit you one for ya fuckin mind