Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he flamin out of his breath
you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a
with a pump and a church killer
worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch
I don't give a fuck (nigga you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got
to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker...
These hoe-ass don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin section bitch
BUST 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, poppin out my
original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the West have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, indeed
the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a
Now I clack back my on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)

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

[Bizzy
Little Confucious for the
Wally, which get rich for the and now
Better God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't
The sinnin the killin now
and nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the 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 when because he was out of the gully
nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even
(Creep on Ah Up), what up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like
and medallions, in the gallo
Ghettoish runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the

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