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 playin wit mine the story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is
To skin all ya'll cats
your time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads shakes, feenishly
I in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the man in my click
You get charged wit incense to that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole

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

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real it down
You bust yours, we ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny
You never me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
Hit em we blow and don't let nobody know
The in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to
If you really think it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the vision
41st till I dearly depart, till I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats pretend to be something
your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I even 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 was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You run or take the window, son
Or this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree 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 streets I seen old drama
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
These kids to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep this here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat
And don't it"
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the
And dies naturally all common laws
What, speed on and on