Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my down ta rest
I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta the stress
The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga
They fake cause Im a and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who shit
Even though I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
the foreplay 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 clips wit punks run for shelter
Smif-N-Wessun's on the with a noose for yo neck
You let info slip out so its ya get
Here's the Black we creepin up in ya room
fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and ya fears
Off with the of a snitch then we outta here

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

Sittin in the with my back against the gate
Hot as a cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates same faces the last joint
Got my banger so danger come Ill be on point
In the parallel mad niggas flip
some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck in this vicinity
keep an open eye 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 knew the bitch a nigga on the D-Lo
Now bars where scars come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna it here
Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and
Cause I ain't goin home ta never
Another straight up "No" comin the board
Keep my hidden til I'm back up in the ward
Niggas know whats the cause the grill is blank
Once again its on grab yo shank

Well I was taught two dont make a right
but me and been real tight for awhile an everythings aight
I got one in store for hardcore
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 baseball bats and get bruised up

Word Life my
and static smokin more than 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 on the map and aint no way that you can stop us

Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through
And my packs heat
Ain't nuttin sweet we for keeps
I got on my mind and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the
I with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with 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 even come in my circle
Fuck and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya
As I hit you one for ya fuckin mind