Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know y'all done up now right? Fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not
All y'all beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the
Some of y'all wearing the same jewelry
And doin' the same videos
Shut up, you you messed up right?
why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right to the essence

Oh yeah, and all kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, they're standin' right over
for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo tell everybody on this of the stage
To just move a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they yo

I could never forget the hip hop
I'ma this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve bicycle
All the projects man, you know I'm sayin', yo

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
a little somethin' for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the street DJs
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you from

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't how they got here
But I like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy
L.A., I was told colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl the blouse

What? MCs, ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin', or
Murderation, closed casket
Closest you got to was seein' barson television
But I'ma go long as this phenomenon
me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been to mention

Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the
Any more beats soundin' the same, put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it hard to tell
Still feel like somebody's me like Rockwell
about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the up
Put stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the projects
Let people know you forget where you came from
you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin
a little something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you ain't where you came from
Where you came

Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he real in this
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a
My mistress is a guitar, classical Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show some art
And wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin', your man stop talking

You know the scenario, the innocent is always the to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost
Tall of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook 'cuz you might get
Man, I real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, in graffiti

the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin' up vein, moms raisin' Caine
Able's on the roof, like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my
Two choices, rap or sell crack
Chose rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music industry is the same street

I sold y'all Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mix

time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the brothers up north
Let people know you forget where you came from
you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin