Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Bruce
I roll as Britannicas
, push the panic button
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Evel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I drink when I see you
Don't a fuck about who you is
I split on your people, loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
pray that I will stop
My Glock have these hoes like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a pipe to heads
'em bleedin' in the streets
And you can see me leaving the with bloody cleats
You can follow these feet and me in the alley
no hiding
and I'mma creep you from behind like
And I ain't yelling
A lotta died
I fucked up they stinging
By swarm in ass like a beehive
I havoc, you can't stop it
I it,
and walk with caution tape in my pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And talk more shit
Than Andy Milanokis and me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his with a Calico
[Verse 2: Fuzz
Beef when I and driving
They the guns, we tucking the knives
And snatchin' the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on your
On Bizzy's nuts cause driving
Kuniva waving an 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so surprising
Wentworth, my niggas discussions of diving
Party City, spend a couple of on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters behind me like I fuck up
You bitches looking soft your flyers and your softer tires
Have your ripped of with pliers
Well off with tires, leave my exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of
Boss with fires, I've been tossed in fire
For what will never be a task cause I shit down
On your block with the hammers like talk that shit now!
Got a habit, person who I fuck with pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
every bitch I fucks with's
And for one hand, she dick now
She on smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down
Ever since I was a young I kept money under the matress
Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking stabber
This is what happens, is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to school I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, 39th
Sunni Muslim, out here real foul
Pray 5 times a day, eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, arm with no cast
Oak High School, EP and Thad
as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you an inner tube (uh.)
a nigga's oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass a dart
And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming after (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we throw them letters up quicker than fuckin' Vanna
Hennessy on Sprite, me and no ice
(Bite a nigga's ear off) Bitch don't about Mike!
Yo, I'm for my niggas
So die for me, no (un-uh)
And when it's on, the question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, live the east side
A fest is taking place, we ride when the G's ride
So off with your head, I leave you up red fluid
I'll do it, police interfere it's officer dead
I swear, let me you talk to the feds
And I'mma get brother shanked for a carton of squares
Break you like the kilo
On wedding day climb out from under the gazebo
Pull you out of tuxedo
Drunk at the casino some clean hoes and clean clothes
With a pack of goons and every is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, in front of your cousin (oh shit!)
your mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot into a chick's stomach, put one in her oven
milk carton your little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead but you just dead, big difference!
rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints
Body in the trunk stinkin', a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see people like The Sixth Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even know they're until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I some head (right now!)
You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit your ass
With the four fifths or him at the door with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the flyin'
The old G's tell you, wet pussy is the best kind