Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my head down ta
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the
The herb and the do a nigga justice
They fake cause Im a and cant be trusted
I put up none of them punks who front shit
Even though some I used ta run wit and blunts wit
Fuck the lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say check we say

I'm in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo
You let slip 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
ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off with the head of a snitch then we outta

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

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

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

Word Life my
and static lyes more than a habit
and our victims die
We stalk around like the beast out for
in the island pullin more jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the
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 fleet packs
nuttin sweet we play for keeps
I got money on my mind and my 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 up Boom spots a lot
In the cypher gettin with the hoods on the block
If you dont know me dont even in my circle
Fuck around and get me vexed then hurt you
Bumba rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya mind