Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
squad

I'll bust all you cats in the for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where I'm paying no
stick your girl, agnus
Flipmode bring the
Platinum status, I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you might as well it
I said it, the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, me einstein
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your family's on detox
crack for reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And function, to the flat bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

sham>
Baby sham on some new
New and
5'3", caramel, tight grip on a four
em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
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 in clips
Peeped your gat, tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? )
Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she
But never that, 'cause-o, beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they you never blast though
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c and flip mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed these cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you should spoke

rhymes>
an f*
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a head, fuck it for fun
Fuck where you
an l*
Layin on beaches, killin all
to break a liar face
up the pieces, yo
an i*
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of immaculate rhyme sense
a p*
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20
an m*
Master of all
Maker of
Head on
Massacre the rack, ask the women
an o*
Got niggas open, heart surgery
Rhyme so official, governments
is nursery
a d*
Diggin my dick all your chick
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
an e*
Everlasting
Eternal
e-mail
Stabalize in all my economics

Group of men,
force

Movin one in unison
Beg your

digga>
What call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and keep you like brawley(sp? )
Narley! I'm the with the pistol
Woody or l.l. at the bristol
stand, hold it down in trent
Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my
Paper meade, I'm in the mix like speed
And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils
that's the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the bricks to find whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to west
Houston, to my bitches that's boostin
juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the from the dispatcher
Then show them mother what I'm after

starr>
Yo I back slap a mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga talkin bout murder but committin one
Niggas talkin bout but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't no slug
You
You's a local spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like ron
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
Grew up the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to your
Fatman son, grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the cousin

--more--(82%)
*uh huh, one time, uh huh, spliff, come on*
my gun, like columbians
Make niggas like fucked up lungs

have mercy>
Better the laws of the land
Or lay like soldiers of fortune in nam
Closed with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for
Pay the price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in your life, you closer to christ
your dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the bite
Prophet in vein, metropolis body and soul
controlled in the optical frame
Never the game
your squad with steady plans
I body punks like superstar billy gramm

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