Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose early mornin' my wings yawnin'
Vague of last night now it's all dawnin'
Look and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my farmer's colored enormous

I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my
Flashbacks of gun shots shot my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs air mail
Directly at the cat made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you my science of life
Is you man or mice or the cowardly type

I kick the 98 shit for your to list
Nigga P you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the kids be yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's lies

Let me break 'em down to minimize they air air time
After this you never will go back to that
Sit an' write half ass shit
The official takin' out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit with some

Mobb, remember the name it's along
That nigga's shook to death from the fuckin' song
Fluidly my mind with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some shit

Bear witness to this street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in
one dedicated to my niggaz on run
Holdin' big go for your gun

Prepare to crush them we trust
Man who ain't down the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some type
you could fuck with you shit outta luck

Boss I break your compass you way off course
We buildin' from ground up startin' from zero
Mafia on da see the name the mirror
Durable physically fit raps

You get your skeleton
Cracked somethin'
fascinated by my site
Little P be me, uh you no D

One time son you we be the illest in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move
The big mouth cat will sink to the bottom
overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

Yo, crushed grills, bills, swiss suit on
Screw on dry nigga with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, scopin' out my rock shit
on some H and R Block shit

Hear me, Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of get up
What fuss on the face slit up

where you from I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life thirty years
Analyzin' this wise guy a look alike first guy
Lit up the Thai said

Emotionally playin' him close like I'm to be
Somethin' spoke to me, it was this little nigga me
I heard sirens now around about to hit 'em
Son was pro with the emblem

my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm now shot went off knocked the juice down
It and hit a GS now here comes EMS
Dunn was leanin' near a ZX next time shits
God slap fire out yer mental jet in a boat with rims to

One time son you know we be the illest in
Push the shit back, QBC gat, to move back
The big mouth cat ship will to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' niggaz

One son you know we be the illest in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move
The big mouth cat ship will sink to the
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, over niggaz