Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the I'm holding
I'll keep until I hoarse or swollen
years and rollin
Bringin the to the CONUS
part of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his sound some like mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin your whole album
Who my rhyme?
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, keep findin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
Disrespect is costly, stir muthafucka like coffee, Hard to break, if it comes that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
But that don't that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been trying to it for the fuckin longest
the signing bonus, long as you done it
When I it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them down with me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, mad this year
Creative catastrophy, MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut hatchets
as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy
Droppin the temperature in December
me timbers, I been writin raps as far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle your in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
I was born to write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy and made my first demo tape
We dropped some real shit in the
I had big ol' nigga tracks, like pavement
To from New Orleans made it hard to surface
That's I got discouraged and joined the service
off! and I before long
I went to war and served federal before I made it back home
No rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky my number thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon throw in the towel before I foul
How in the you like me right now
Told your ass this I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I niggas up like Muslims
We like muscles
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's most
I a style that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came from my welps, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from to five
My birthday came, and my sister
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million deal with Jive
This shit tragic can't be no more
of my rings I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the show
Got the paid sittin on Momo's
Comin scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen mammy years!