Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

Oh yeah, and all this this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, standin' right over there
Waitin' for you to act like a killer, so they can 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 rowdy
In the front yo, comin' yo

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

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a somethin' for the street DJs
Let people know you forget where you came 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 got here
But I feel the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was told colors wherever you walk
Dirt, south, I heard 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, casket cremation
you got to prison was seein' barson television
But I'ma go long as this thug
Pass me a bandanna, two shots my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I dyin' to mention

Anyone talk about guns, 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 Jacob
Talk the Fugues, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to my way back to the streets
And y'all bootleg 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

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

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

You the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than
Watch what you cook 'cuz you get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in

the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin'
Able's on the roof, 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 sell
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin'
'Cuz the music industry is the street format

I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the
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, keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the up north
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you came
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin