Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened with five little white pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the fuck everything I come across in the halls
I a candle and place it up on the mantle
a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
Just too late
once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
for every crime known through the equator
They I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I Remi I do shit on purpose
You never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me bracelets
in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick
I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the
Special invited will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My D-J's in a for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an
Some asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and
I drop bombs like I was in
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' nigga that
In we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I gats
Be your mom on publishin', get your
The Kuniva, divide up cash stack
Run your pockets, asap
I need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half and half black
Bring your and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rappers get they Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point they yell
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I it back then shoot it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, the young toddlers
Brigade to bring the noise
While the bullets break bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga Carlisle Von
Who got fired from for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not me none
Born up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of that was foldin' some one's
I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick

Ha ha, suck my dick
D-12, motherfuckin' dozen
like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Dirty
Ha ha, and Slim