Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish that you bear me black
D12 back
No that
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run this
You get a knee cap
the healthy get sick
And your fam
You a fan of rap
My attack
Your school, home, your house
Pull my nine
You gon' die with your out
I'm him an his
It's with
is this
cobra
Drunken dialect agressive
Sober
My bionic fires atlonics
is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down vomit
Mics I it
You to bomb it
tourists that's Islamic
I your atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap
me nigga Thor
Snap back
When I slap your ass in a figure
From around they can feel it's lethal
I make groups like Wu Tang
Look like the People (fags)
No
The general let the
Abort your mind state and kill inner child

It's a while
Since you bitch heard of me
'cause the six months
I been R'n'B
But now I'm on sick shit
Niggas duck quick
You don't know who you're fucking
leave you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue
You a bitch, to shoot like Lindsay Hunter
Don't to be a father
I'm just to illmatic
I'll probably poison my
flowers in the alley
Fuck anorexic neglects it
a Lexus
I'm doing on __ BMX's

I know a who said she's prio
And her is a Leo
Bugzy fucked her in a
And she took me to my P.O.
Fuck rollin'
I'm down to a
Lost a g' rollin' dice at that ass casino
But fuck it (shit) 'cause when get bad
See me and with the mags
On unsuspecting (bitch)
I shoot
you got the boot
And hurry up it
I'm to catch this prostitute (I got ten)

I'm the nigga that ya
Spit hot at ya
Rip your
Saw you and shot at ya
And subliminally
You can go on
And your group name 25 times in one song
still write about you
Hip hop is off without you
Blowing niggas they bathrobes
And funky house
For the of it
I Missy Elliott
Don't give a if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got this verbal nine
Spitting at you for telling
Get this body off the mic
I'm fuckin it

Artis]
it
Let's a scrub out
Fuck around us and see what happen
We all got them blappin
Got y'all back tracking
Ya, we dump in seashores
Busting DJs they backs with keyboards
up my levels
Your crew is fruitier pebbles
Changin you razor back MCs to trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to your slut up
a pack of rubbers
Just in I gotta nutt up
Brigade style 'em out down
how it's meant to be
You kick the shit
Your whole sound like a symphony
Don't say to me
It's DP your daughter
bitches outta they panties
Dollars and quarters
Like that
I'll leave your clowns hutless
Watch come to my show
And leave
Whoever said slash rapper and producer
make your head twist
Guard your grill and your

I got 6 reasons why we shit coming
Dirty Dozen left niggas for cover
behind your lovers
Skirting off peeling
As we
"DON'T FUCK WITH DOZEN"
6 reasons why keep coming
Dirty left niggas running for cover
Hiding behind lovers
Skirting off rubber
As we
"DON'T FUCK DIRTY DOZEN"
I got 6 reasons why we keep shit
Dirty Dozen left niggas running for
Hiding your lovers
off peeling rubber
As we
"DON'T WITH DIRTY DOZEN"

yeah bitch (what what)
We'll bring it to crew
bring it to your crew
Any of
Die
fuck with Dirty Dozen
Dirty



Don't fuck with Dozen
Da Brigade
DJ
Don't fuck Dirty Dozen
The saga right now
If you ain't down us from this day on
fuck you