Luyện nghe bài hát Da Graveyard

It's the one crew in the area

The Big L be lightin' like incense
Gettin' men to win tits
I'm infants for ten cents
'Cause I'm a street genius a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak

I'm makin' ducks shed much
I queers
I don't it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?
I'm grabbin' brews fast swiggas
I get cash and stash and harass them bitch ass niggas

After you you're get scared next, and if ya squad flex
I'm lettin' off Bernard Goetz
A tech is my utensil
niggas with so much led they
Can use they for a pencil

I'm known for snatchin' and bombin' churches
I get more by accident
Then most get on purpose
I got drug spots from New to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys a janitor

Now it's the dictator style is greater
It's the man with more flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and rappers I hit 'em
They automatically go to heaven
With me 'cause I give 'em

So don't try to front
When your style is played out just like a jumpsuit
I'm out to collect
I'm on some Wu Tang shit so protect ya neck nigga
Not a role I'm a bad figure
it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga

I got it like a warden
Rap without finesse is the N B A without Jordan
So all ya New kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that, be on your fuckin' back like a napsack
It ain't you can tell me
'Cause bitches still jock me without a L P

It's the number one crew in the
Known for garbage M C's to the graveyard

It's the number one in the area
Known for garbage M C's to the graveyard

Yo, I got a death
That's why I talk so fuckin' shit
I want these bitch to try to flip
So I can fill up this and stick the gun
Between they lips like a
And let 'em smoke the four

I fool, I buy
No need to lie or cry time motherfuckers to die
Because to me death is sex
And if my brain was a of cards I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a mac, clack clack motherfuckers are like rats
The blind are fuckin' crazed cats

'Cause the microphone loose
And wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose?
From 25 25 the life is
For murderin' up some fuckin' kids
These the kids of the prison guards
Then I killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard

One two everybody's
The nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm decked to hawk shit and shit
flaunts shit, I leave 'em unconscious
I run ya with a maneuver and german Luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the sewer

Please show me where the is at
they quarter crack the sack
I crack they backs cracker jacks
So I'm the one you should run
Because the microphone nut is a motherfuckin' stun gun

The way I
No way you could
I pop and drop when Jay gets hot
I'm in the zone better hold ya own
'Cause I to break when I finish a poem

Pound for the best around
No way you can get up I get down
I rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a nigga ass half on da one
a fuckin' Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a
I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are

Bitches will treat me Onyx
Respect that peel a punks cap back and sign it
through your block fuck a glock I step
Through your neighborhood with nothing but a rep
I'm these ladies something they can feel 'cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and it's kill, kill,

It's the one crew in the area
for sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard

It's the number one in the area
Known for garbage M C's to the graveyard

Yo, ya, up and you'll get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' niggas off the roof you wanna be the four guy
So around you'll be a dead man
I get hype tonite's the night Redman
respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself I ain't workin' with a full deck

I'm lethal, eatin'
Not Dahmer I'm the sequel
Head or gut illegal
So cha want?
Yo, I'm with the gats step up plap, plap
I'm caps in your back fool

I rip tracks wanna say to hip hop
A nigga disagree bring it on and get
I get wreck I'm party so hit the deck
The kid the tech smokin' niggas like cigarettes
Now ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
I say big up big up it's a up, stick up
I stick and

And how we do
So you grab the gat and let

Yo, rat, tat, tat I got the gat
Nigga we ghost man a
I let it roast and your pussy ass comatose
I'm up like the west is
Fuck
I'll out a niggas intestines

dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a body
And I be for rep get ill in a sec
mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect
Constantly grand larceny
Arsony niggas don't no parts of me

past up a fast buck ask the last duck
His were truck, he got his ass stuck
So the fuck is you sayin' hop?
I'm wanted for slayin'
Who's ever around when I be sprayin'
But I givin' a fuck who gets hit

Niggas pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit
I'll burn you faggot niggas toast
If you die and come back I your spirit
Now ass is just a Holy Ghost
You tried to play me to the
You better put a target on head
'Cause you're for death