Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

Scrape y'all
This is my word, you see us
When you see us flashing and
And building and on

niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones who we got respect for
Is them that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your on

Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the again
Pirahna bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was to be a pawn but I'm a bishop

Back to the novel, you Son, logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the
Now my proposal the global
California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food

Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in
Shorty called me in December
But guess what, my Wally's got up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to your rest up

We that, Land O' Lake that
My rapper get you sent back
Represent the who bent that
medallions like Italians, la costra nostra

We movin' through your hood like we ta, flexin'
Lex and hold the settlement
So the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad ass bitch in Dead

Add on, the sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick
like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now see

Half of y'all built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor than a dobo
Stay militant kid, twist ya bolo
You fucking idiot, playing with my but you be fearin' it

Fake one, I'm to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz gettin' low
But could you come back
Set up shop, and get the fat

Tired of y'all, inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, link up with us, or put your down
Faggot, you fuck around
We battle for cream

You want a pound crab? Nah let his swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was
When I saw the four reflecting off your shiny forehead

It's nigga, ain't nuttin' changed nigga
Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run
Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on rugs
Washin' like detergent, it's the surgeon

Slugs propels Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
page, "Daily Chronicle" reads
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and yo' seeds"
You fall autumn leaves, you lack tranquility

In your rap utilities, to with the abilities
Race like a cell to the ovary
Microphone tone like a rotary phone
poems and poetry, old sloans

Explosive bullets, black hooded
Timberland ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And how to put it in you
Surrender your and your merchandise

For no price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules
Because of variety, so maintain high anxiety

And lead them to defy me, diary, ya
I need 18 points for my joint, this high annointed king
To a deal, I be the one to appoint
Rifkind must have been sniffin'

To catch somethin' so dope, it left Monica Lynch drippin'
I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split of dollars
And with thousands of scholars
My saga from the hill to the harbor

Legal kid brown in
Gave birth to MC's, thieves and bank
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide
And my dick's sucked by the finest lips

delicatessens, and the world's best refreshment
But none of the compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the that I rest in
Enter my zone get to 99 sections

This rhyme has no limitations, time there's no hesitation
minds at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours
The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm for
It's rhyme and reason, the bullet

is foul and it's duck season
We at 'til we even motherfucker
Bad asses, times, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots in glasses

Bring it to him, room service, pressure
And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the
Ticallion, we ain't
Keep them niggaz seven-thirty

Picture this, the birdy
These bastards is Ol' and
With sharp pins be stabbing you
and needles, needles and pins

'Nuff said, dick in your mouth Tempest Bled'
As I race track with thoroughbreds, duckin' the

Yo, my ice look fly up on the son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit niggaz like weight
Feed 'em food, let the evaporate

Reconstruction, the whole science on my, production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck son, left his hungs
Switch, itch, starin at you like a bitch
Maybe niggaz snitched

a loner, Adidas shell top while I
Sip a Corona, read the Report, then bone her
Buy you some jewels, here's some
Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, out the analoo

We in the mushrooms, chased the high in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding customs
Chill, y'all know what time it is
Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon

Check out the like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for lyin'
Yeah, you was lyin', the cash, cryin'
Militia, in position, Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex retali' back whistlin', fucks