Luyện nghe bài hát All Black

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Yo once again it's the big l, that kid who got props
From killin cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
So don't to this, cause I got a live crew
You be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
I was wise, I'm known to extort guys
ain't cali, it's harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you raps g just ask me
Cause on the is where your lp cold stood
it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then the fuck out
Me being a virgin, that's
if big l got the aids every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga to stick me for six g's
And I put more holes in his ass swiss cheese

big l (repeat 2x)

(ducks better scat when the gat click-clack)
Or i'ma have your family in all black

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I lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
Or catch a buck to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like p.m.
I'm catchin bodies like a supposed to
And I triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too
So don't try to test me, cause I stand test-es
Fuck around, I'll introduce you to ancestors
Step to this and get left a face full of tears, pal
But man you've been rappin for now
And ain't a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower's the time you get your dick wet
I roll scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin motherfuckers on the news
I was a gangsta from the
Leavin fags in bodybags tags on they big toe

2x

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Yo since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
And I'm known to freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm to put a slug in a fag brain
I be placin inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch aids, i'ma start rapin bitches
I'm all about makin kid
I killed my with a shovel just like norman bates did
My old man in the past, me up without a mask
Then his ass cold with my cash fast
Fifty g's is what the creep so the next day
on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I'm on, is bond
Got it on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'
You my style I'm wild, comin straight out of harlem pal
It's big l, the motherfuckin problem

2x

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This goes out to all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ready for a funeral, don't fuck with me
Cause I know a good way to get your family
And I ain't talkin a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I'm to sign out, but before I go
I say peace to the nfl crew, you know who you are
And all y'all niggaz talkin gun shit
And won't bust a rhyme, stop the funk!
Word, I'm to get up out of here
Yo I'm out b, yo man
I gotta get money
So all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!