Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, 'til my swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A young ass man with a trash can to the back of his ass
So the rats can't through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened with five white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin'
So when you yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for every known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel an'
I'm a grenade that will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a lift
Niggas afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down and Meyers
expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
didn't you read the flier?
Special invited will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My in a coma for
the record skip
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred to get my pit bull an abortion
Some asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit in her face and laughed
I bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass
Weed with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I gats
Be your mom on publishin', get ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your stack
Run motherfuckin' pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch
Born loser, half thief and black
Bring your boys and guns and get laughed at
smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a bag

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it back shoot it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm a song with Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And smack the while he's preachin'
Take a at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight 'til I got sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got kicked out of summer for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my out of order
I've been a Kon since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' funds
Used to be the of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm in dough

So you can suck my dick if you like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't a fuck if you don't like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

Ha ha, my motherfuckin' dick
D-12, Dirty dozen
Nasty a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Dirty
Ha ha, and Slim