Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Jab

Yo up man
Word up man, it's a lot of out there
Niggaz gats and all that shit
I know we magnum force, and all of
We run with o.g.c.'s n
We'll fuck your ass up too, up
Bummy jab, mr. perfect, perfect jab
is bond

This whole played, like jordache and sassoon
Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like
Or me no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang
To your equilibrium, physically dismantled

Batten down the hatches, I mastered flow I crafted
Beyond sight, out fights with no scratches
Collect taxes, knock the world off it's
Supreme mean the level, you can't pass this

We'll tell them hold this, fist'll never miss
On impact, set to knock out the devilish
Punk who step to this, my got ice you can have some
For your jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son
Jab's a one man riot starter, your dad to come
When I get to snuffin bwoy you'll you had a gun
Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who who
Get hurt next, all of you ?

You got to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo
Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like
Comin for head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke
If you can't stand the rain you better wear a
Run through your crew pronto, crush you like
Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops
is not your, ordinary type of guy
When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all of lye

Alright alright alright, I'm not the best, but I'm one of em
See these wack cats, think they nice, we fun of em

Cause we runnin em, back to they for reinforcement
I stay flossin, you bring your crew I the four-fifths

Known to jab, cause I like a rook straight at cha
And drop mad niggaz with one punch, that one
Left to right my shit is like marvin hagler
Stagger a sayin, "go the fuck back to africa"

It's the jab (jab) at last (last)
I dudes in half (half)
Get on your staff, if you don't know the math
(call em perfect)
I shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit
It worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em
Since the of adam, befo' eve flipped the script
It was predicted, for me to bring shit like this
(that boy bad, boy bad!)
But now we out to bring em terror, I'm bout cheddar
(hah!) they call me mr.
i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)
You couldn't my endeavor, I'm too clever
Don't bring it to my square queer you know better
And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to meet the grim
Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin sleep up

Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s me balboa, swan call me rock-ola
Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin a motorola
Own a pager, how I call the paper, you make all the dough
But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you what?
I may take you over, my wager's
To get your face or your nose bloodied,
The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, fuck around
Burn caps my name like was coca-cola
Wait up hold up! don't make a, roll up
your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of
Somethin smacked out mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya
Do dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah

I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on dues
bad news like a baby in they terrible two's
You did to who? youse estoria like the waldorf
Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like I'm off

You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle
My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot beat me
Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, his fault
He shoulda warned you the perfect jab
Motherfuckers!
Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the out
All y'all niggaz, all y'all who act like y'all want it
Y'all gonna get it nigga, up

Hah, is the perfect jab
Fuck with this boy you curse your dad
Hah, this is the jab
Step to this boy you better your dad
be fuckin with this here, perfect jab
You better curse dad
luck you ever had
Times that times four, triple that r's
And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from to there
is bon jovi, heh
We will you up, word up

M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!

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