Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

{Know what I'm
Tired of motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit
what I'm sayin'?
Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like
Bitches you know, mindscapin', to set a nigga up
Know I'm sayin'?

Tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for and shit
Know what I'm
45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
Bitches you know, mindscapin, to set a nigga up
Know I'm sayin'?

MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur

Yeah,
clan
Big d O double G
for the 2000

Your name Peter, Papa name Cita
Fuck nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pussy
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a later, he got to vacate 'em
Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the is red
Pee in the bed, I'm
For 29 years, no
High caded, you kept it checkmated
a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your

MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm with my vita
Suckers they beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro right here pimps
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud a rose
It just so I'm the nigga that she chose
I flows the rest, mos' def'
Got you yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set

Whatever you do, you it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is up in this motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is rubber on these truckers
It's a dog day
The go bang and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do that damn and quit bullshittin' wit it

MC conditioner, you could never say boy is a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur

Yeah,

Yeah, that shit, testin'
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas
To my y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit
That make you wanna roll up and smoke y'all
To the beat y'all, you sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas know y'all

You see my style but wild
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's whether I'm last or
What, what, what, what, hazardous
long forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the blood ran the heart
Pump through the street, razor re-break beats
Packed seats, fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, metal shank
'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank

Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the rap slogan
of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, rolled up in like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of
With the wisdom, power of, science experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised live
multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what,

Yes, yes y'all, you don't
You keep on, 'til the of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't
Ah known to make your body rock