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 do a nigga justice
They fake cause Im a snake and be trusted
I put up with of them punks who front shit
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke wit
Fuck the lets do shit the raw way
Kill the he say she say what we say

I'm in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah
Loadin up the wit lyrics punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a for yo neck
You let info out so its dead ya get
the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room
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

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

Sittin in the pens with my back the gate
Hot as a fuck cant ta get that bus headin upstate
New same faces from the last joint
Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on
In the parallel cell mad niggas
Cause some think doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles wild in this vicinity
an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any 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 a nigga on the D-Lo
Now behind where scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas bring it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got and commissary
Cause I ain't goin ta never worry
straight up "No" comin from the board
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the
know whats the word cause the grill is blank
Once again its on grab yo shank

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

Word Life my
and static lyes more than a habit
and our victims die
We stalk around the beast out for prey
Back in the island more jooks by the day
Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run the coppers
Boot on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

Get out my way nigga, I'm through deep
And my fleet packs
nuttin sweet we play for keeps
I got on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my on the line
I roll with the and the Ripper 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 come in my
Fuck around and get me then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya mind