Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose early spread my wings yawnin'
Vague memory of last night now all dawnin'
Look down and see dry blood all on my
It all my guess farmer's colored enormous

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

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man 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 where you headed it's time to kids
(What's the kids be yo)
rhymes that's true lies

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

Mobb, remember the it's been along
That nigga's shook to death from the first song
my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in stuck on some live shit

witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself in fact
This one dedicated to my on run
big gats go for your gun

Prepare to them we trust none
Man who ain't down the clan
The Mobb apparently you thought I was some other type
Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta

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

You get your whole
Cracked somethin'
Still 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 back
The big mouth cat ship will 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
fuss on the bottom face slit up

Yeah where you from I'm here
You know and Javier, and Little Life doin' thirty years
Analyzin' this wise guy a alike first prize guy
Lit up the Thai right

playin' him close like I'm supposed to be
Somethin' spoke to me, it was this little pokin' me
I heard sirens now turn about to hit 'em
Son was pro nine the emblem

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

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

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