Luyện nghe bài hát U Got Shot

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that name

If you step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
Gimme my shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked

On my at the mercy of God
up back up I keeps it hard
You to watch
But touch this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate just like judo
Fuckin' make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Creed

to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the
For the Mic Dons, like Dion
PMD shinin' my stripes on

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit
No paddles up shit's when time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat
nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin'

We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin'
And watch me spitfire my fact
a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin'
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual
'Cause I'm eviler lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm

In the moonshinin', I'm Starsky and Hutch
While my rims blindin', while P the Dutch
'Cause I'm too for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, out at large
Who the in charge? Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom my balls like a fresh pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and saw
When I jump in my car, go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

Yo, 215, who the fuck was cats up in the car?
One of got a gat, the other one wanna spar
out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter steam

When I off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you
So put your hands together, get mans together
the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run together

Soldier mind nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's gonna hit 'em like, five niggaz, niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em that
I 'em from the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em like a bitch
And switch up for the mix up and dig a up
And bounce, for luck, I throw a six up

And hook off like Prince ahead
yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet

And some of y'all just civilians
Talkin' and never even seen a million
like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and gold diggers

Don't come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with and Sam Jackson
Right now, you duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna with the influential
With mad credentials on we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now complete
For me to kick ass for talkin' trash, punk

U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck nigga's name

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got shot you knock, knock, knocked