Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know y'all done messed up now Fo' real
You know, you up, I'm not laughing
All y'all is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same
And y'all 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 this kill this, kill that, this
Lemme tell you
(What, what)
The real killers, they're standin' 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 just move back a little 'cuz it's about to get real
In the front yo, they yo

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

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

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

MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed cremation
you got to prison was seein' 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 MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't to tell
Still feel like somebody's watching me Rockwell
Talk diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the up
Put your stake up, I'm to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all get Jay-Z

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

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

You the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost
tribes of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Kool G Rap, written in graffiti

Before the plane, I used to the train
Watch fiends up they vein, moms raisin' Caine
Able's on the roof, like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180
I'm back in the shack, lay on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell
Chose sell rap, but watch my like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music is the same street format

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

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