Luyện nghe bài hát Even If

Come on, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yo, come on

Even if I a thousand deaths
When I resurrect, I'll still be Meth the jams will still
I'm here me and micphone, we here
And tryin' hear nothin' 'cause we had it up to here, word

Lyrics have no dress code KRS to the Depeche Mode
Kid, I'm so cool you catch
At the jump of, it's about to off my niggas
Speak they hands or their gun talk, yo, Rza

We got the in the front and police at the door
Every is laced with C-4
to blow like trial I'm passed out
MCs is bitches in tongs, they ass out

But me the M E T H O D too real
I be touched and can't feel the monotony of rap
Take a of my nutsack carbon copy that
And your crew a fax mothafucka

New and Wu Tang style
Turn it up now then fuck up now
Spit flame, five mics, peep game, on
Bring the pain all night, off the chain, right

the Method Man for short Mr. Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on

if I died a thousand deaths
When I resurrect my first born
My name on, my words is like a third degree
The young MC's on your MTV

The Killa Bee, John Jacobs up break up schemes and plots
Ace up my sleeves bake up and pots
So this is what its to, huh
Takin' shots at dem who used to punk you, huh

Repetitious rap don't get no airplay in my whip
And can't smoke with dry lips
So byte my shit, I'm like Kojack
To get my back and 4-flat I track you down like a low jack

Five verse five, eye for an eye can I
The uncivilized, them civilized
You know from wrong so know that I'm the bomb
I for be and see the tracks on my arm, mothafucka

New and improved Wu style
Turn it up now y'all then up now
Spit flame, mics, peep game, on sight
Bring the all night, off the chain, damn right

This the Man for short Mr. Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on

This is Method Man for Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
This is Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on