Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch what's

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This no fluke, this pure deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Bow, I hold the microphone and hold it
me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen years and
I colder than coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't no more of this
Never you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some mine
Mad you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a
I'ma be known for over your whole album
Who want my
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it comes way
It took me thirteen years just to make a tape
But that don't that my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been to make it for the fuckin longest
the side of all this, long as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run bitch
Takin them down with me, clown with me
thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad year
Creative catastrophy, MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like
Thick than acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the in December
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can
them rocks, everybody move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this of competition
Or be at F.W. Bulls washin
Bitch I was born to write million rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo
We dropped some real in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, like pavement
To come New Orleans made it hard to surface
when I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed of and I (?) long
I went to war and served federal time I made it back home
No more rips in my and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky my number thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOSH! Owwwwww!
gon bounce could rap and doin time before I bow
How in the fuck you me right now
Told your ass she had I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I niggas up like Muslims
With the flex like
Use a, delievery cause it's most important
I form a sharp enough to cut straight through the bones
I came from my welts, gave up my
I got off Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street I'm Not That Nigga
ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit thats tragic can't be no
Because of my rings I at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the time to to feel pain, sittin on Volvos
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of that
manic muthfuckin years!