Luyện nghe bài hát Pray to Da East

Pray to the east, to the east...

I got my man in the
One of the mc's in the world
Rhyme inspector p
Kick some flavor for 94,

Pray to the east, pray to the
Before you fuck around, nigga, pray to the ( 2x )

[ p ]
skills lack while I'm still strapped
With raps, and feel that I should kill wack
that peel caps and that ill crap
Bigger than you with your tec when I rip the set
Niggas get like a cigarette, so hit the deck
Watch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when I rock my
When it to props I get lots of it
I can get madonna, money, your threats are
And bet you find girl with a wet pijama
Drippin with my behind her
Got more trail than your hand's sellin
Fans scalin, jam railin like van halen
Skills scored on billboards, I kill frauds
Get real applausesteal broads' at will force
a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to god
Don't say a hard verse worse than a of lard
Percee p for first degree
Murder, since you heard it first me, you worshipped me
threat, you heard nothin yet
No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to in fret or upper-jet
Mastered art, yo, when I something drastic starts
Speed up a heart, great like jurassic park
I cut you up like a sharp blade
Swear to god, card you can pull if it's medicaid
Done with all gun shit, fuck who you run with, son split
The only thing you shoot is your dick, and it quick

[ fresh wes ]
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas to bite
I swell the mic when I like, fatter cellulite
I injure of engineers, sendin em into cheers
Bringin my peers into tears, don't
Critics know I a wicked blow
I put you in a clinic, so forget it riddick bowe
Nigga, go to hell, I so well
Find brother or mother or hoe to tell
Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna very well
I send you because you bring the wack
I'm into rap, I with empty tracks
Locked in, wack are blockin
The top 10 while the radio jocks spin
The vibe, the modified
I like the harder side, jeffrey dahmer tried, but
More words than a hour of scrabble, I got the to battle
Skadaddle or get devoured the tower of babel
Adversaries are snotty, some me to gotti
I bury a body, carry a shotie
The rips the psycho shit
like a microchip, and i'ma excite you with
The smoother rhythm, mad crews to prison
Who to listen while I use my u-4 missiles
Collectin the pesos a stage show
Gettin fellatio from a h-o (why) I say so
My ratio expands as I wreck
Makin def jams like redman and x
I'ma nail the genitalia from to somalia
Cause I'm smooth, just a sailor
I damage em all, bitches give me casual
I'm and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls
Drums are fat over funky
Like perce every verse make your lung collapse
I'm extra-nice, who's next to
Before you step to mics, nigga, with christ
You

Pray to the east, to the east
Before you fuck around pray to the east...