Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

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

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
Accused for every known through the equator
knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I Remi I do shit on purpose
You never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be way nigga, face it
That weed I to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
Niggas afraid, handin' me they bracelets
in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked on site
And even at the Man March, we gon' fight

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

I'm a liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(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' your bitch in the ass a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the skip
the record skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I called her a whore, beer in her face and laughed
I drop like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than sales
Reckless, from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence nine hoodlums
I grapple your apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players thugs and young
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the
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 preacher while he's
a swing at the deacon

I used to cats I sold weed and weight
I was 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer for havin' sex in my tent
With the daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots with this nigga Carlisle Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you your son
Call your house and up on you for not givin' me none
straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' runnin' they funds
to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in

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

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