Luyện nghe bài hát My Writes

Yo - who hold and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on - that ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
money like I love my moms
Love my nigga com sense he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood
Set sail for tour since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the hoes who used to be mine

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme my people
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze
Hand over fist - how can a man act a bitch?
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave ass sticky like glue
Blood out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin nuts
Smugglin these from s.c., you best be-
-lieve no web or leave a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

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What you know my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, tight?
And what you about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about niggaz frontin for the
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while girls show fright
What you know about my (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the soul
The drunk that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, it down with alcohol
My telly's a eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin

Yo these style I kick be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they I'm right for they diet
They librarian keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from to l.a.
With connectin to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I as a young man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your mind expand, everyday a plan
is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay young like peter pan, sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night ichiban

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits say e-swift did it

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And I've known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la and tribe
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs like these is why this album classic

This is for the dj, bring it one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', won - who the baddest?

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these like gladys
Them pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin tunes
In we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real the plastic
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name out the box type hustle
Manpower success is over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure that burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be

Four rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And what you know about us ya
And leavin you with half a face the phantom of the opera?

w/ minor variations

[chorus
Ah what you about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you about my writes? (my writes)

You got the to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}