Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

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

I am one of the flyest, crew is the Al'Qaeda's
We war in the mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is
Why talk if you walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new cars you and mans admire
messiah, back bottom guns for hire
I am that the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, to coast cyphers
I do for them grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past life fights Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung financial crisis
Never ran, I stand the righteous
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, arson is lethal, only his people so
Just ask it open the casket
Coke or the dope I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from
Bravehearted, fuck if say squash it
We the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a from Hartford
It's hard to my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know dudes who eat your food with a
major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I talk the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL connects
And the crews that through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only play the best
It's no regrets, dead broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock collect
Sayin he just left the box hot and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin death
So save breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You know the deal, I they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the
And drive 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a 'til a smash come out
We real niggaz