Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u want do you need P
My Mobb bring it to life back to reality
You walk a fine line wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll alive
Take your time don't rush the Infamous rock for good now
like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes,
I ball in this, word assortin this, recording this
Of course kids keepin they sights upon
Exclusiveness, like new type of kicks
We got them fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to that bullshhh
Welcome to the of this whole shhh

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Yo, we the men for the
You know the M-O, B-B's, style, rare species
us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to over-seas from over
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great CC's

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all hold it down
You bust yours, we ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I, the Henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, on top of this properly
I know they 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 gotta where you move
Son, get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to
If you really about it
Every move is humble wit precision, thought decisions
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 cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not good my
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you raps
We bust gats at, on the reg at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, you could have that

Four pounds, off grounds
off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine handlin guns
You run or take the window, son
Or feel hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like fendis?
We and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P and
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen some old
I still hold to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this
like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip ass up out the basket
glass heads, I'm bashing
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, aim is: Never show your heat
And flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And dies against all common laws
What, speed on and on