Luyện nghe bài hát We All Can Get It On

(whisper)Strike the
Flame on
My gun I aim
My words is a flame
Watch me end yall somthing
that'll make your skin
I'm 8 tall ok yall? But I lay down law
And I lay down so y'all better praise(a) the lord
No to breath. Knowin shh
And the shit I be red and orange
And yall going to have to it in like bomb threats
I'm fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched
Laid up with ten, cause when I it out
I pull in like BLOW!
Damn that was loud! See the crowd?
They all seek when they see that black rubber
Because this cat here, got no sisters or no
It was one
with shellack ready to die black
Lets talk about guns, and how y'all don't bust
Thease here, y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking
Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y'all is nuts
Just give me room, nobody move, or gonna hear the boom
If can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on... (x3)
MUTHERFUCKERS(x2)
Ya niggaz packing gats and
on your man clones
Ya niggaz the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan
Cause when I pull out its AIDS, I make sure its full blown
And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on cheeks
Let him think peace
And give him to remember
Corpse stiff, hands cold, and missing till December
off
Close casket, his cheek off
By the way be careful who you of
'cause I by the in the back, guaranteed and all that
While yall in all
When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his lap
Motherfuckers...
Soon as yall your beef is sweet
I'm lay in the streets
and let y'all niggaz quarters on me
Can you spare change for life?
Change for what? when I pop up
With somthing long, and put in his ass like a thong
I dont know you thought
I'm do you like I do a Newport
And step on kid, him down till his head gone

I'm straigh shit
Yeah, ya niggas is
But I'm the bouncin' it
if Ryders is announcing it
Ya we get down for it, want every ounce of it
I dont care if you sellin it, this is
how we with it?
Dont forget, we rhymes for it
skip for it, get under the ground for it
So nigga, ignore it
your ass is deaf
this is gonna be your last
Your last S. and S.
with your crossed over your chest
I dont a fuck
what ever I gotta care, I get it done
If its money, I owe
a few hot ones
And if your 18 and under, this your last test
And I'm teach you in the class
the past tense, lil bastards
C is for class or for casket. So get your up
And if your doe is low, that C better for Cook Up
Dont tell me that you up
You I keep my stacks crossed
So that you gotta up, and maybe we can hook up
But you know what? you woke up
Some body smoked you up
You know what mean
You broke, and you 'bout to get up
(out)