Luyện nghe bài hát Wontime

Before I lay my head down ta
I roll up a sack of cess ta relieve the stress
The herb and the do a nigga justice
They cause Im a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front
Even though some I used ta run wit and blunts wit
Fuck the foreplay do shit the raw way
the he say she say check 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 out so its dead 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 the head of a snitch then we outta here

Chorus: 2X

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

Sittin in the pens with my against the gate
Hot as a fuck wait ta get that bus headin upstate
New plates faces from the last joint
Got my so when danger come Ill be on point
In the cell mad niggas flip
Cause some think theyre dip just got his ass ripped
Juveniles buck wild in this
an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy
(Watch ya shorty!)
Ready ta thump wit any chump without
Nobody move gets blown from here ta rear

Thinkin of a way ta get wit my P.O.
I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo
Now behind bars where come in pairs
Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it
Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and
Cause I ain't goin home ta never
Another straight up "No" comin from the
Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the
Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is
again its on sucka-type grab yo shank

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

Word Life my
and static smokin lyes more than a
and our die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for
Back in the island more jooks by the day
loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers
Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can us

Get out my way nigga, I'm through deep
And my fleet packs
Ain't nuttin we play for keeps
I got money on my and my hand on my nine
Got ta get mine cause my on the line
I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper with me
And my D to the O-G

See we be hittin up spots a lot
In the cypher gettin with the hoods on the block
If you know me dont even come in my circle
Fuck and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you
claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine
As I hit you one time for ya mind