Luyện nghe bài hát Give It All

I wanna give, it all
I said, I said, I said, I
I wanna try to kill in my way
say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Yep, I'm the one ya
Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some
But niggas that we ruff and rugged so mums the word
Tech N9na face look like he come ta purge!
scorpio, shoot this thing like a Torpedo
Rock the rip, no we go
like Mork from Ork, we know
And I say with the utmost respect
I bust low to death, I must bode the
It's never enough, no for
So I get with it, I make a bitch dig it
Even when I wanna it up and I quick-spit it
I get a bit up in a battle
Tryin to bite a buck, I blabber in his
Killin' music get me spiff sitted, I can't piss when it hard
So I need a chick to hit it when I a lyric
And I'mma murder 'til I'm on the (Murder)
My verbs are like that jerk up and merk the weak twerps
You can't hurt the
First to, insert the work inside of the
I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the of ya venomous
ya mercer (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the in hip hop
Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so will it stop
Y'all can't beat me nothing, except for
Stalkin' thoughts I spew and suckin'
We run independent game, it ain't no screwin' us
When we runnin' everything except our mouth while blue and sufferin'
This on the Bible, I kill any with a script from this rhyme
done divine, this is my rifle
There aren't any it cause this one is N9ne, is a gift from his mind

I give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I
I wanna try to kill in my way
say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Yo, I Got the call Tech N9ne
He needed assistance from the group with the rhymes
That spit the up off of yo ass and grind
Fuck all of them flex
I get in every city I sack in cause I rep mine
Around the world, the girls me head on tour cause I headline
I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is doin' fair
I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get that bread"
too many soldiers so tears, I gotta shed mine
Turn on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, bedtime
I asleep, it all is weak, most y'all shouldn't be called MCs
Bro, ya discography, you sale cause all of ya talk is cheap
Smoke up all the tree, my whip look like it got a fog
My crib look like a pharmacy, prolly why you wanna haul my team

facetious, what the hell, why the weed lit
I change where I see fit
I don't play like I see shit
Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it way and it's a poem
And stay away the hate and keep all yo plays right in motion
Bust it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, know it
MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it
you miss every goal that you don't shoot for
And every time you cut a corner, you make two
The rich is in my life, so I have to have the things
And listen for the whispers so I don't to hear the screams
And I go hard for what I want, so it's just when I dream
And then you realize, not as scary as it seems
for pussies

I give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I
I try to kill everything in my way
say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a be
Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to me
Music is my weapon, true, loud enough to you
Never trip with Tech and crew, be who you steppin' to
I remember when I was young and I got scars
Right in of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too
Now that I'm flyin' from a rockstar view
Security level let Akbar through, ooh