Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They me Hektik
Cause the way the is interjected
You talk shit you regret it
it, you said it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One of pain on display
Bitch off
Too late bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing that you was off
The
understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked me insane
But my brain swells, my ears
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get cracked with bats
I love the sound it when it pings
I love it when my ears ring
Stomp on suckers in a
Leave you no sign of recollection
Rearrange whole memory section
Disease, infection, over I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak
Freeze
Get your in the air muthafuckas
ain't a game
I don't talk shit I necks just because
Catchin' the
And keeping a look out for the
If I get hit by the cops I'm goin' out like Val
Heat the whole squad, droppin the then watch em simmer
Pain is a thang it makes my spine shiver
for hire, better believe I deliver

(Chorus x2)
If you think dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is hatin (Oh yeah)

Moving with the of the robot sonic exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the is corrupt and alive
Other half is depressed and want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize there's a in your face
Look him in his
Before body dies
I'ma grab your soul straight up out chest
Put it in my black jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
adversaries
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
While other is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge a teacher
An ill preaching a sermon
I been learning how to sing along with the dead man's
He's got an X in his so I know what side he's on
And brain dead people say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all high
We let be bygones and then dismiss
Your wack ass bitches in the
the diss
Cause you let your show too many times
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I accapella
Crazy ass
Used to Cinderella
In the of the pumpkin coach
roach after roach
Fuck her all
And in the mornin make me French
to coast
Drop like a teacher
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

(Chorus x2)
If you think dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is hatin