Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
You know Animal 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 nigga
I salute you nigga, for bein a bitch
For never a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, you comin back to the game
Go findin God and back, keep gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz mixtapes and comin back
Lyin y'all caught with guns and comin back
Keep back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The Source for man
Cause you know how to be an original nigga from the streets
I respect you man, close it out this, 2-double-oh-5
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 like in the mess of Elmyra
get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why if you ain't walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new you and your mans admire
Young messiah, back guns for hire
I am what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past life with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from crisis
Never ran, I stand amongst the
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, arson is lethal, pardon his people so
Just ask it open the closed
Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old shit
Got my ratchets, army jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from
Bravehearted, if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade
Trains to insane with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to my artwork
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food a razor
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I about the jewelry later
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came through and arise well effect
Finesse, big only play with the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin callin collect
Sayin he just the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like look this the vote and you ain't facin your death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You know the deal, I pray they process appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the
And I'ma drive the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap a smash come out
We them real