Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Head

(Sean Price)
Bitch me, the swiss army knife in my hand
Know shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam
Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, me punch up your face
Dig in your pockets, leave you right you stand
Gotta, dime that live in Japan
Black belts, suck dick, chop bricks her hand
Arigato, Sean Price slick like el
piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute
Might, smack off your smile, go to court with a suit
the other half, after trial
Plead the fifth, y'all niggaz the eighth
leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I'm buggin'
E-pills, mushrooms, and
Got that Sean Price in the mood to bust
P., the motherfuckin' all time great
New York, the M.C. nigga, the all state

(Chorus: Tek (Sean Price))
From, coast to coast, he the land
Left in grains of sand, it's
(Sean P) the soldier of force, the magnum
In his presence, rappers for shiver
(Sean P), the six ' one, weighing an even 200
Lord you if you double stacked up and blunted
It's (Sean P), rated, best in the game
Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya (Sean P)

(Sean Price)
Motherfuckers as nice as me
And if they is, they been Sean
That's fucked up for you, you should of on
Rappin' again, punk rappers need to up a pen
Write some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness
Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, for dough
No partners, just P, I'm lightin' the
Niggaz said I my image, when I cut off my dreads
But I'm the nicest out duke, fuck what you said
Let it be known, gold ring embedded stone
So when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up dome
Niggaz runnin' up, bout Rock, I send y'all wacks to heaven
Motherfucker, ask God 'Pac
Ask B.I.G., motherfucker ask about Pun
Gangsta rappers can't fight, so they rap about one

(Chorus)