Luyện nghe bài hát Alright

(x16)
No
Aha, see what you baby?
Check it out! for my peeps like this, check it out

Verse 1:

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad so don't slip (yeah)
Cos mad nigga's throats gettin
By the mister wit the heat ta ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now I'm the maniac the flow (what? ) ? ? ? ?
Til I knock out your and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say I got too much posse flavor flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the (what? )
Ci-lo when I hit you with the triple 6
shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives
Shittin on mc's like I just took a
Now niggas I gives a fuck about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck the two
nevers and atlantis, I kicks a frantic
And it, watch me and my man rock the planet
this, boy!

(x8)

Verse 2:

Well uhh, one-two, thru next
krazy drayzie representin das efx
Stompin wit my crew thru your projects
Bring ya from the east so fuck the so if you spot us
You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and em (baa!!)
makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're paid by the g's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when not, you're not
Now be the nicest but jesus christ this
It's a crisis, I kill em dead my devices
My is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin
I keep you like you're fuckin sessin me
You're just a pest of me, never get the best of me
Cos me, the k-to-r-a-z-y
Use to rock fila, bettin I'm eli
With houston your style in of boostin
crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know only right
I gots ta it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)

(x14)

Verse 3: dray,

To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad
My rappin antics'll keep em fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll ya fuckin ass sick
I bring you from the pit and quit cos it's the krazy
Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I it
I make it by the bucket so it, I stock it
It's for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)
in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way I
flow to final, motherfuck the title
My dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , my nigga come again

The books in reverse a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, I'm on the case I persuit
To stomp an mc grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring luke doover
land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar
For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw in
and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? never son, I hold it for 7-1-a
Where fuck around and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got game tim hardaway
Fouls the proudest so I'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin shit that you lovin
Plus I got back in the oven
Some heard the and then construction on it
But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas got nuttin for it
C'mon, broke my blocks or blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed on fox
(so how we do? ) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin and (what you
)
More than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're than a hippie, hold tight
Cos gon' be aight! (no doubt)

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