Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Those

Earth to Pun, in Pun
Boy, yeah yeah yeah
The levels, the levels, the be good?
Levels is good, is good? Yeah

You got to watch those, jokers who pop
You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I those, actin' rah rah, talkin' bla-bla
ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh

You got to those, jokers who pop those
You know those, snot-nosed
Indeed I those, actin' rah rah, talkin' bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no

I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib the guns out
Spray your peeps, the baby teeth out your son mouth
Who can stop me? I told I'ma shoot you papi
Caught him in the with the clapper, while he was doin' caci

I'll die in jail, make it through life and fry in hell
Either way lead the way, cause only time'll tell
I rhyme for real, not that vocabulary
I really will stab you and one of my adversaries

There's no remorse, these thug niggaz, show me the boss
Gimme a worth the risk of goin' up North
I love my freedom, and you I love my bein'
So sometimes I get ugh and mug for my per diem

I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, it there
No innocent bystanders to get hit with a
Like I really who catches strays with the Mac
Like I really care who you paid to rap on track

Nigga you wack, you ain't nuttin' for us
I got songs with the Devil and singin' on the chorus
You can't us, nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the and one in the hole

You got to those, jokers who pop those
You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin'
That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh

You got to watch those, who pop those
You know those, snot-nosed
I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin' bla-bla
That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh

Can't no comp come at me, this the Bronx'll back me
Got the niggaz alive talkin' bout, "Papi's nasty"
Cocky crafty like Rocky Puerto Rock Apache
Posse not even the cops catch me

I'm too fast, four-hundred pounds, but I ass
Soon as you spoke, I already you with two jabs
My game is tight, you wanna play, just name price
Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is

And I'm the on the field
Even in school I was the most likeliest to kill
bastard steal, a full clip and a extra
And I'ma blast ya til your whole respeta
Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the
'Tate quieta, the bitch got a bad

surrender, you ain't got a chance
You be lucky to leave half-dead, in an ambulance
So take a chance, but expect the
Put my so far up your ass
the sweat on my knee'll quench thirst
Ooh, "Thanks Pun"

You got to watch those, who pop those
You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin' bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no

You got to watch those, who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped
Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no