Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's interlude motherfucker
You know it's the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB
You know how I do it the way I do it I do it the way I do it
Motherfucker stab you in your with a icepick
you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin nigga A, the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never bein a
For never bein a bitch-ass {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin
Niggaz doin mixtapes and back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin
Keep comin baby, you in the top five man
Y'all pay The Source for mics man
you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets
I respect you man, it out like this, 2-double-oh-5
Fuck the world, you heard, say up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, crew is the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the mess halls of
Bodies get caught, spells is higher
Why talk if you walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, attire
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back bottom guns for
I am that what the rap contracts
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, from financial crisis
Never ran, I amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, is lethal, only pardon his people so
Just ask it the closed casket
Coke or the dope acid I'm on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on backwards with them from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if they say it
We the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain Hartford
hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your with a razor
major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I talk about the jewelry
My respect is for the DL connects
And the crews that came through and left well effect
Finesse, big boys only play with the
no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin death
So save your breath, tie your up and bang with the rest
Cause in they just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray they your appeal
on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
And drive 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap a smash come out
We real niggaz