Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

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Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin and rye
Blow the spot with some old shit from junior high
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Jersey's in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, grimy on the real
heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

Convertible style, had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice these
You'll be suckin it down fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love underground
more green than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up
Better off a desk tryin to surf the net
I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the
Leavin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch whites
Leave the party over here they Israelites
Got Cali critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
rock shit down like he can't get no visits

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Rock the whole world like the Rolling tour
Raw wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared his palms wet
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The legends are made of, urban folklore
Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I care about take on me, we take on you

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face the start, yo
Rage the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight the heart
I show my love in the light while why'all in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, makin my mark
You the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the
Put our names on the map
From now we fadin to black
we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like Frankie
Forever we stack like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need remedy
Then fall the fuck off like affected with leprosy

One, two, three,
Why the can't MC's MC no more?
Hardcore til put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't with my sound
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Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your neighborhood lush

I'm I-rate, usin your for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy you can't take
Dilate, back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set straight
Hit gates in my younger days, the policeman
Me and my clan to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
Your little lungs is too to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let
Expect mines to blow lines like everytime
I'm an Alkaholik so I finish the fifth
You at the door bitchin because you ain't on the list

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