Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's interlude motherfucker
You know it's the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB
You how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it
stab you in your throat with a icepick
Shoot you in the face with a gun
Whatever I do to you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album
I you nigga, for never bein a bitch
For never a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep shot and comin back
Niggaz doin and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with and comin back
Keep back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original from the streets
I respect you man, close it out like this,
Fuck the world, you heard, say up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, is like the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the mess halls of
get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back guns for hire
I am that the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is
Reminiscin on life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, from financial crisis
Never ran, I stand the righteous
AZ-Q, dark denimy V
His, arson is lethal, only his people so
ask it open the closed casket
Coke or the acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, fatigue jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade
Trains to Spofford insane a brain from Hartford
It's hard to explain my
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food a razor
It's major, barbaric, behavior
Called addict, I talk the jewelry later
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came through and arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only play with the
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock collect
Sayin he just the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the
I'm like this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death
So save breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality just incarcerated your flesh
You the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my on the wheel
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash out
We them real