Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya soldier
Fell to the ground like
hold the boulder
Fancy dancer for an answer

In the hip hop game but the rap got
poppin from the middle of rumors
Generation X be the end of baby
Is the next generation headed for

Control the and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the
Think its terrorism the hot
the passports tap the telephone

Surprise they grown
And one of your own
Its dat same ol shit, dat ol game
From that same ol gang up to that same ol

Now what I see say you me
I pour a of LSD

I dont know what thinkin about
But if you like I know
You better strap on seatbelt
Cause you in for a ride

Now I be damn I a man
Figure I call myself a nigger to get Benjamin
Whats love got to do wit you got
Not a whole lot, no forgot oh shit is hot

Spendin all the for clothes
Wit a foreclosed on the front mud
Lost in

Now the heads tell tales how the bled and fled
Now livin up in the bed
Instead they seize us like
Married to the mob did a job in Hempstead

Lord had mercy curse me
New order got my ass drownin in the water
Now you stuck to the west
That to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south

Thirty crankin trunks
Try to the test but to the rest they flunk
Now be indebted, better get over it
times and raps aint never comin back

No without a pass, I kick ass
the sox off a Pandoras box
Is it any wonder why the clocks got?
Between rehearsin a my jaw lox

I set the between the R and B scene
Go against the grain run up on the
And so I the brains of Cobain
As hip hop brain em spill the champagne

Make it the sound remains insane
Come the same no holes up the lane
ask no questions on the simple level
Can the magic get Shaq back, get Van exel

rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard
Not no lost and found nouns or ass words
Turnaround funk moves ruffs
I never been cuckoo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free make em see the
try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
History speaking should die
Kissed the and made them all cry

A new rap song and a real by
Why o why did the die
The narcs and the got the pimp niggas fraid
of the aids got the bitches afraid

The goddamn man got you afraid
Social service got mama afraid
of the fact before a niggas black
Some of you say before you say crack

You got no back is you lack
Just say and Ill see where your ass is at