Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin streets of the Bronx
of corrupt cops
Where get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

Even if they don't jax
Fat Joe, bringin' forth the motherfuckers
In this whole rap
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers

You look, I look, you invite it, I
I forever it, you know stone cold crook
What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who
It's and death, choose live or die

Ultimates who 'em, why do we even exist?
When we die, is there Heaven or is it total
For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and y'all
We can exchange shots, until our melt

There's mad in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one man's stare, you dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech from the compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like
dangerous business

Opposites, strangers be bendin' opposites
So put your face in mine, brace your spine
opposites may attract, but they don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel vertebrates grind

Now delayed thoughts run through your mind
When my slugs connect and strike major arteries
When my fists connect, they causin' injuries
What you Junior? You not evil

The Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out
Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with ill type rhyme

Yo, I 'cause a bloody to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat for [unverified] L
My skills, boom in Hell
(Undecipherable)

I doom the like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky and the sun away
Me and my play hardball
Strictly hardcore, lyrics 'til I'm finished breakin' God's

My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' high buddhaed
So you might get shot and a lot of fluid
The I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a with the thirty gauge

There's dirty ways to get if you got the balls
Just load the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to his drawers
Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his
To up, punchin' body blows and uppercuts

The South is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em that ill type rhyme

Yo, I cause damage, red-handed bandit
I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my

I got caught fuckin' my preacher's daughter
Menace Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin' up shit's creek
So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York

Like I'm a big fat dick, emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll yo' kids
Take 'em home, 'em good
Then send 'em to you in bandages

You lose, 'cause I got, the ill and still keep
The close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz play
If you ever fake jax, I'll yo' throat like O.J.

Yeah, that's my crew
out the South Bronx
The livest corners of the Bronx
Keepin' in realer, my nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon, the
My nigga Big Dog
Straight out the Full Eclipse
All you motherfuckers the times, yeah

Watch motherfuckin' back
Blow out the back of your
D.I.T.C. forever