Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

1-2, 1-2

Yo, do u want, however do you need p
My bring it back to life, back to reality
You a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit raw raps is knives
To skin all cats alive
your time don't rush the clock, infamous rock for good now
Pass like my on lock holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably this
Of course kids keepin they upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them things fixed, passed the man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that
Welcome to the ledge of this shhh

[havoc]

Yo, we the men for the
You know the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, rare
Catch us on your block , on your tv's
From beach to over-seas from over there
It's right to the beats, longevity to all the great grand cc's

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it
You bust yours, we bust ours and on firm ground
Pass the while i, handle the henny thinkin
You catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a little cold, let em the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to
If you think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought
And my whole cli-tique the same
till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just to be something
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the that you weak raps
We gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the dope like ? pie fendis?
We and pop henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three from v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And send me up a hub to a state
could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the I seen some old drama
I still hold to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like ready and willing
I gave em no time to switch feelings
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like here
like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how tip they ass up out the basket
glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, aim is: never show your heat
And don't it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally all common laws
What, on and peed on