Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, this shit right here, is shit, some serious shit

Yo, the fact that I'm down with Def Squad's hard to
you see me hoppin' out the coupe with E Sermon
Or hoppin' out the Keith suburban
Or hoppin' out the Lex Land with Redman, wildin' and
My thought process is mysterious like the
My mindset is complex
Killin' like a carnivorous militant prehistoric monster

Comin' to stomp all over you conference
Landed in an unidentified flying
Turn you into an frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you
arsonist, burnin' your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting after haircuts when
The alcohol is to the raw skin

So wanna battle get blasted
Get teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back
I stuck my dick in everything asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, changed my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to
I been raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin' for

Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison
For hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
Three in the squad plus me equal members
An extra addition for any special force mission, man

Ain't niggaz on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no it uhh

Let me draw a description of what happened
I was rappin', got the scrappin', guns got the clappin'
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was
Have bullets metal, bodies decapitated
Gush, a got struck as I look

I caught the next guy runnin' by the metal hook
Blew his open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch 'cuz she seen I enjoyed the taste
The case is that I split your
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken

I'm wildin' for long island, I turned and took Charles
And open fire on any now
You may never know in your shadow
You ass niggaz just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you live to see tomorrow

'Cuz no sun comin' out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz regret like
Blast you in face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin' and dissin' off of recognition and to listen
Just to let you know how I'm livin'

'Cuz I like the Jedi, with my dead eye
Leave to die, peace to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them wanna wet it
Word up, got me to set it

Seems I steps with
To any bitch who they nice in this profession
What? What you you're wrecking?
I break style down to little fragments
The is permanent, so spare yourself the embarrassment
'cross the face

Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to
I noticed all you bitches is based around clothes
But Deja Vu got something for you stankin'
Studio gangsta bitches I ideas of bringin' beef
Before the thought even
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken

For I the fuck out like the grateful dead ha
This wild style must run in my
my sister's in the county
And my brother just came from green
I like the black widow, through the underground radio
Kitto and still stack dirty