Luyện nghe bài hát Narcotic

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Yeah let me touch son
Yeah that's that Mobb shit there

MC behind the mic
You know I spit that
1 - Havoc]
You know these guns Narcotics
Youngin put them to
Call me the
The way my shorty sweeping thing off of the street
And any little y'all pussy to me
Like ki's in a coke drought, it chief, you fucking with me
you gangsta?
Shit dormant or something
Cause you ain't nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch you call a dime
And when it comes to the Mobb you its beef all the time
Out your ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving crooked getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey looking the wrong way,
Cut and
Then let your man cut in life
Evicting ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here)
You just a ass nigga knowing you don't got it
Better get up off your ass and bump
repeat 2X]
That yo, that dope, (Narcotic)
haze, that dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, cognac (Narcotic)
backed up off that (Narcotic)

That's right That's
it out
Hey yo, Its
[Verse 2 -
Like I
through busting the gauge
Huffing and puffing the
Merck for real
I'm stuck in my
for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the and down to pull a kamikaze
Get nazi on niggaz like did to grandpapi
You'll me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch
The is all a movie
You wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm very
Dangerous, you knock my cup down, I shoot peeps
And jewelry
Murder throughly
Fuck what you flag
I'll through your pagely
Get a from me
Blood still drip
I send death threats
I produce the source
Polka dot skulls and through they headrest
They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of
[Chorus - with That haze...]
[Verse 3 - & Prodigy]
Homey got it confused
Talking about he me up
Sounding he sniffing that stuff
his jib
War Hav' is like breaking a mirror
Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these years
My nine slug will alter your mind for real
After that party a nigga home off a pill
You a grown ass you can do what you feel
Can't knock the way a eat his meal
We got garbage bags of that (Narcotic)
Smoke like the sun splash
It's chronic how we these beats and run these streets of death
Now finally, we our paper, yes
We touched our millions when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take shit to new brackets
GT and new Benz's
We gotta O.D. and make say that shit is..
[Chorus - with That dope...]