Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

[Intro: Bizzy
Rock-n-roll? Naw this flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you gon' do somethin man
(Hit shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, you tell bitch?!

[Bizzy
Someone stressin, dead in the chest
and he flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on
T-Rock, done got and I got, to find a murderer
with a double-edge and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got
Fillin for boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so
Grippin the of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, they pump
But in off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a

[Interlude:
Haha, motherfucker...
These hoe-ass don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section
I'll on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm you...

[Bizzy
Literally, possessed, I got veins, out my neck
With original and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas,
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a
the wickedest witch in the West can't me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet
Remember the man be attend by the
Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein (seein things)

[Interlude: Bone]
Bitch (I keep on things)
And I spoke my mind and it me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on things)
Can't none of you hoes me! (seein things, seein things)

[Bizzy
Little for the music
Wally, which get rich for the and now
than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the now
and then nobody gets in the together
And tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't feel him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was
but he went nutty money because he was out of the gully
nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me
Snatch you, we a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster the average asses
in the shadows out of the

[Outro: Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell
And I spoke my mind and it me motherfucker [fades out]