Luyện nghe bài hát Narcotic

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Yeah let me that son
Yeah that's that Mobb right there

MC behind the mic
You know I that fire
[Verse 1 -
You know these guns like
Youngin put to sleep
Call me the
The way my sweeping every thing off of the street
And any little thing pussy to me
Like in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me
you gangsta?
Shit laying or something
Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a
And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the
Out your rabbit ass you know I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga getting out of line (yeah)
If I homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye
Cut and
Then let man cut in your life
Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck 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)
That haze, that dro, (Narcotic)
Them pills, cognac (Narcotic)
Getting up off that (Narcotic)

That's right That's
it out
Hey yo, Its
[Verse 2 -
Like I
Come through the gauge
Huffing and the haze
something for real
I'm in my ways
for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the slaughter and to pull a kamikaze
Get on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi
mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch
The drama is all a
You selling wolf tickets, I'm guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm truly
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot
And snatch
Murder braids
what color you flag
I'll blast through your
Get a from me
still gotta drip
I send death threats
I produce the bitch
Polka dot skulls and holes they headrest
They wanna be dope, we give a fix of this
- Starting with That haze...]
[Verse 3 - Havoc &
must got it confused
Talking he hitting me up
Sounding like he that stuff
his jib
War with is like breaking a mirror
Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven
My nine slug will alter mind state for real
After that party like a nigga home off a
You a grown ass you can do what you feel
Can't knock the way a eat his meal
We got garbage bags full of (Narcotic)
like the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these of death
Now finally, we our paper, yes
We touched our first millions we was just kids
But now we 'bout to this shit to new brackets
GT Bentleys and new
We gotta O.D. and make them say shit is..
[Chorus - Starting with dope...]