Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Carried Away

Doctor,
I think we got some for 'em
Yeah, rub these sticks together
Check it and start a

And if you don't see it y'all can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be away

Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my
Put my foot on the pedal, through every ghetto
Analyze the I'm seein' when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin' in stilettos

Then they and say hello when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when walk like Jello
See the niggaz on the corner and I forget it
And I regret it because I see how you get it

Now of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga
guzzler nigga, rip your jugular, nigga
In the night I the type to love when it's dark
when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark

See the fact's that I'm tryin' to and capitalize in
to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I'm stockin' this bread, keep the lead
And a permanent dot on the top of your head, c'mon

And if you don't see it y'all can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in truck to us
get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried

I'm the enigma, is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster,
Like sleepin' under open windows drafty

Then up my throat scratchy that's how I spit it nasty
short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murcilago, them narcos
Toast in the of the original Pablos

Still a pyramid architect, mix like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest, I it
Heat is drawn, no creepin' on me I'm bent

My mind spray, my nine
And freak styles 3000 Andre
To keep pilin', pushin' them drops
Nas, runnin' hot Busta Bust, we don't stop

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz fuck with our
movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck us
Because you will get away, yeah, you'll be carried away

Now I'm hot, and we runnin' the
Watch me run in your spot, comin' in flocks
Add a little cut to the when I'm cookin' the pot, c'mon
Drugs, bitch, I got you want come and get what I got

Now I almost forgot, I come to close up shop
I love to fold up a knot, love the glock
Helps me safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot
Try to paper from me, you gotta deal with a lot

See, I will leave you to rot, only my stock
Niggaz know they and struggle to pretend that they not
your life in the drop while I harvest the crop
My hot shit, bust a cannon you run in your socks

See we live on the edge, bang shit with a
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the
Let's go, for the streets I'm spittin' a gospel
Get Nas holdin' a barrel size of elephant

And if you see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck us
Because you get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away