Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

I could forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed
All the man, you know 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 forget you came from
Where you came
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't where you came from
you came from

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

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

talk 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 hard to
feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get

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

Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my
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 side get a
My mistress is a guitar, classical Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body
I suggest you start walkin', your 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 trapped in barbed
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
Like Kool G Rap, written in

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

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

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