Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - shit can [8x]

[kon
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
right motherfuckers we back
Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on
They say I act like I'm too to say hi
And tell 'em my name is but really I'm still nameless...
You niggas get it yet do you
Dealin out platinum or flop I put it through you
Wit a luger that'll fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like
You think for one second since we got a
we won't deal wit you in front of st andrew's still?
You gay rappers learn that
I won't stop I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow roll you got
You gon see these Runyon Ave. niggas that really some prozac
Fo' that, ask the others
But gator lay you down next to mother's mother's grandmother

You I'm feelin real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who gave a damn about your name
I a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' game
I you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You and madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyself screamin a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now bow legged
In the middle of rappin I the mic
And have a stare and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
Kuniva and kon artis my nigga we get it
While the paramedics you up we on the side laughin

[hook: 1- in
[kon
Now this ain't funny so you dare laugh
Shit can in him and yo' ass
You can be don't think you can't
niggas ain't fuckin around no more man [repeat]

[swifty
The can't hold me, I hold feds
I was born wit a dark ass over my head
Rainin acid, you can't refrain from yo' ass kicked
'cause you too much you ask for it
I'm on massive shit, everybody ignore me
wouldn't fuck with me if I was performin at an orgy
These niggas get confronted, then they change
I touch you they thinkin everything is hunky dory
I even you pour me the gasoline for me
up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [crash]
You met alotta niggas which you wanna know me
Yo' ass might not even it home wit your rollie
Don't even try, in your system like e
Tryin to beef with me, please yo' people die
I'm so wicked my mama gave birth illegally
I the abortion immediately, surprise! aaaaah!

Picture me sittin in a jail cell
Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve
So the cops come knockin each hand's got one
Cocked, to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
One man army, guns harm me
Young and army, than my uncle ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun on me
I can't stop carryin out my laundry
Middle fingers flipped and
Your friends just flipped over the penmanship
Ever since I spit shit on infinite
I been it a hundred and ten percent
'cause when I'm bent most of my energy's on enemies
percent of what I invent is innocent
Twenty percent is being hungry as sin
because I love being under your skin
Yeah shit can happen, so stick to
Quit the or i'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another happenin
the crap get the can of whoopass crackin

[1- in background]

It can and it (nigga)
Fuck around with and you die
spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
With their split
Fuckin you up wit hit hit
Stickin you up clip after clip
Makin you dick after dick
Dirty dozen
The kon artis, peter s. bizarre, swifty mcvay, the kuniva
father fuckin harry
Puttin you in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you motherfuckers our motherfuckin cocks
We are not playin, we are not
We are not bullshittin, is not a motherfuckin joke...