Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Next

When I through
is see through
Just negligee (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the (What?)
Metal slabs yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda what I gave this nigga
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
this nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing like getting' for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats just how be
I know that one day they try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't shit
And ain't a motherfucker droppin'

DMX

If it ain't it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray the door
Fuck around on my will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to
So you wanna the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause is cards
And cards are what I
Infra red with the clip
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish
What's your crew, do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out niggaz
One false move and their read about them niggas
And they be without them niggas
of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz won't creep in the with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you what fuckin with these streets would be
The Professional 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)