Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm no taxes
I'll stick your girl,
Flipmode the madness
Platinum status, I'm the baddest
the credit, yo you might as well dead it
I it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch for me to shine
I'm a show you for me to take mine
my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole on detox
crack for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And function, to the Flat Bush junction
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

Baby Sham on new shit
New and
5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a fifth
em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the
As I the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug with a slug put a on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your to riff, what the fuck?
type shit, cause we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she
But never that, 'cause o, beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the note
Swallowed these then your throat
Bitch ass, you should have

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a head, fuck it for fun
where you from
AN L
Layin on beaches, killin all
to break a liar face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence eliminates all
Icon of immaculate rhyme common
A P
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people like 20 pitbulls
AN M
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
Massacre the meat rack, ask the
AN O
Got niggas open, open surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow
is nursery
A D
Diggin my dick all your chick
Dominate the division
Rhymin
AN E
Everlasting
Eternal
e-mail
Stabalize livin in all my

Group of men,
force

Movin like one in
Beg your

What they me
A on a Harley
Out of nowhere, and keep you like Brawley
Narley! I'm the bitch with the
Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the
stand, hold it down in Trent
Then up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
And be on the mic till my tonsils bleed
that's the way it is
Like when a kid get
comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches boostin
After juicin, I'm a black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the call the dispatcher
Then show them mother f'ers what I'm

Yo I slap a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't one
Niggas talkin gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the, portrayin like you a
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
Viscious knife wound, fucked up Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully for any bullshit
up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your
Idol to son and probably lover to your daughter
Fatman son, grandson, nephew, Frank the cousin

Uh huh, one time, uh huh, Spliff, come on
my gun, like Columbians
Make colapse like fucked up lungs

Better the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of in Nam
Closed with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles grace
For fabulous tastes, will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ
Focus your dice, when the vulture's in
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads the opium bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim and soul
ID's in the optical frame
Never the game
Remove squad with steady plans
I slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm

Straight spittin, word is bond, Flip Squad, Striaght spittin, Lyrical
Ass Whippin, We spittin