Luyện nghe bài hát You're Not Sure to See Tomorrow

[Lil
Come and say laugh is comin love
And 'em one
What? in the bed fiend
Say ow, fam
My style don't one and gal
come Black Stal'
What? never know me
So strong, gal
Now, I wan' get rid of action
Me not gon' rhyme, ya use
Soften up ya lips for
We fonder, we come sounder

[M.S.]
I do my thing, I move the crowd like aura
M to the S, it spells horror
others in my space take deep swallows
Sorta a barber, step in my parlor
Gotta stick wit the nicest, so I light
Light that in my head, just off excitement
That I don't deal with, because it stress me
You wouldn't how to act, if you wasn't S, g
All my M.F.C., we mad
For to come, our shit will bump through your borough
And stay, while pay, the like couch
If you don't by now, you never figure it out

[Top Dog Big
Aiyo, once my niggas start feelin vibe, they pull out nines
Do it's body bulletproof, I'mma show you his spine
Get loose one time, hop the 4-5
Whoever think they clappin, happen, handle your B.I.
'cause once I call my M.F.C., wild out
If you don't wanna be a part of this, just brake out
You got it all
To many M.C.'s claimin they harder, like my balls

Holiday]
Chew on
And if tomorrow comes, fuck it, I'm wit my sons
Blazin buns in the back room, D.O., Cal and Ones
Got my mic check by Cleo, C.O. bitch from
Met her on the Av., hold the top wit biker
Short, pussy fat, place, I chase the cat
That his arm, word is bond, D-O-C is holdin heat
Wit the force, no doubt, to knock ass off your feet
The choice is yours, or the morgue

4X: Lil Knock]
You're Not To See Tomorrow
Not Sure To See Tomorrow, whoa-ho

[Louieville
This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your
If there is a problem, I'mma see you promise
Truly yours, 'Ville
Got your shorty, pissy off the Henny, then she the drawers
G.C.'d all day, even by my lonely, all
Reppin stretch for the pay

[Starang
I off my coat, pass Sean Price the L
Bitches on the side, sayin "Starang as hell"
We shit on rappers, they in hell, twice the smell
My niggas in jail, forever screamin life is
I might as well pick up the cell, call my bitch
Who used to be my shorty, hop friend, now hard to tell

[Louieville
They say we cock-eyed, Eye of the Tiger, like Rocky
Can't help it, when we shit like a jockey
Non stoppin, hit the stage, and shockin
In shit, for them bitch niggas not likin

Wondah]
Aiyo this is the Camp show, I'm your host
I love toast and bitches that's high post
My M.F.C. back niggas down that try and get too
Me and Henny gettin high on flights coast to

Sluggah]
And we touch ground, shit, that better be on flow
Grand tour, had better be to roll

[Illa
Ready to roll, whether rhyme or hold stroll
Slay Mongol, here to let you know tomorrow's not
I blow, sure to bogust, thing ain't so tough
any 4X4 on doughnuts, you better hold up
Show guts, I'mma spill 'em, hot drill 'em
Lyrics evolve your dome, like Chuck you chillin
I'mma to the rhythm, they know how I hit 'em
Noyz is the undersea, circumstance niggas victims
They know I'm gon fix them, up with the
I'm fed, I mean, I'm dope heroin on the scene
You should clean, rhymer says you get hit with something
I'm headhunting, like players when they crunchin
All that for frontin, you should learn to
Showin ya acts, your dead like Apollo in