Luyện nghe bài hát Wrektime

[Where at?] repeated

You're too to fight, plus you're too thin to win,
and who ya gonna call when I break glass chin?
Rippa, slicker than your sista.
Turn the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.
Keep a lid on lip so your wig won't get split.
Better your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
This little nigga the lead, that ass fled,
three of your boys wounded, of your men dead.
to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Flat comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't hear the sirens, block 'em out my mind,
I gotta get away so I can do crime.
See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out spot,
puffin' meth in the where the spot is hot.
My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next I'm vexed,
throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's to flex.

One: 4x
[I am what I am] / And I do I do
[Puff mad lye] / Catch with my crew

[Sent to represent the heads,
the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot must dead.
I walk the fence of and tension,
hit the Benz hit the spliff with my friends
and catch mad wreck with my man I am what I am
why my fans show respect when I slam sets.
I don't front for you, crew, even a stunt,
roll up the blunts, real niggas do what they want.
Big up to all criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
and all Boot Generaaaals.
I be gettin' charged my squad on the project step
and you'll when my mob flex.
Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or when I'm gamblin.
Collect your then add it to my fat stacks,
chill, be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]

Two: 2x
Puff mad lye / [Catch with my crew]
mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my
I am I am / [And I do what I do]

Tek: It's goin' down. [Steele: The deal has been set and ready]
Strap up the arms 'cause it's to be jetty.
[Ya niggas violated when you crossed that line.]
Tresspassed in Bucktown and now all mine.
[Here booooyyyy] One move and you're dead.
[Got my cocked and they're pointed at your head]
operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND
EAST SINKIN'.
Got my on and my Timb boots, troop.
[Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out,
Ya best protect your before you tow out it, G.
[I'm halfway sane, that's what the tells me]
But I chose to disregard fuzz [smoke
And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS,
[I am, I am, and I do what I do]
Puff mad lye, catch wreck my crew.

Chorus 4x
Chorus 2x

and we out like that...
(okay, we to rock...)