Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know done messed up now right? Fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not
All y'all beats is the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all wearing the same jewelry
And doin' the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up
That's why they me back in this game
To it right back to the essence

Oh yeah, and all kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, they're right over there
Waitin' for you to act a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo tell on this side of the stage
To move back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the yo, they comin' yo

I could never the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody knew me when I was broke
Workin' at King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the man, you know what I'm sayin', yo

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin
Kick a little somethin' for the new
Let know you ain't forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin
Kick a little somethin' for the DJs
Let people know you ain't forget where you from
Where you came

Yo, yo probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got
But I like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy
L.A., I was wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast girl through the blouse

What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but
two lines is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed cremation
Closest you got to prison was barson television
But I'ma go long as thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two from my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been dyin' to

Anyone about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it hard to tell
Still feel like watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap
Talk about the Fugues, break up the make up
Put stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all bootleg 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the Clef
Let people know you ain't forget you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the hip hop
Let people know you ain't forget where you came
Where you from

Hip hop fans, y'all the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical Mozart
murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you walkin', tell your man stop talking

You know the scenario, the innocent is the first to go
And Dorothy somewhere over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you in barbed wire
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall of Juda, deeper than books
what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like Kool G Rap, in graffiti

Before the plane, I to take the train
Watch puttin' up they vein, moms raisin' Caine
on the roof, cook like a goose
To my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music industry is the street format

I y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all still wanted
Since Sedeck back, came off wit a break
I so perfect, that you would want it for your mix tape

Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the brothers up north
Let people know you ain't forget where you came
Where you came
Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin