Luyện nghe bài hát Rubicon

I dont peck, I on a set
Going so hard I the respect
Respect is mutual, the same I
When I give it out without the chain on my
Give it out without a thought of a plan
Im from a block I get around though
I make that are big out of time show
How I do Im big out of time bro
No king will ever go untested, its what he that might get him arrested
How he handles things you requested
How he caters without
Anything from anybody you might
Im not a don, but they was off they rocker
Im not a blocker but since I twitter get right and Ill block yo
Youre are actor act of a laugh
And it hurts a fractured acture
You can be the don of this town, that or city on the rhythm Ill product of that ya
Go to the hood and give product to ya
Call me a king, thats a product to ya
Aint no thing dont that to act ya
Have all my business into that, to that, to
I in like who disagrees, Im my POG for anybody on the scene
all free cause I was popping with a dream
Now its reality popping in a
You do grind but when I breathe

Go to the gym and like rocky when I leave
Man stocky when I leave
Dont ever feel on a beat predictor
Im in free and I one for Im on east
I could take one e one toss see the with me a bit but east stand more
If a mans chatting on twitter the beefs ignore that if you wanna elevate higher
we all know god loves a tryer I didnt get here over night, I wont lie
I spent so years walking through fire fire
You will get tired, get far because you still tried
All your hype died, all fans lied
And me Im just an MC the right
I do it for real, why Im still firing
I could bring a monkey and a in
Thats who I am I wear my own and I do my own ironing
Im just spraying like I aint got a life
Got one ting, but I aint got a wife
Feel danger I could trence while I hype
flickering out and say the flame not as bright
Game isnt the aim isnt right I roll like a comet, I came on a fly
You having it, Im the same on the mic
So I dont go blame on the mic
Dont touch you will burn hand on the stove
Im not a lab rex when I say Im standing in grove
I can handle my role even I know I aint no random abroad
My hand grows cold, thats right for it, Im for it
can, Im ready to sray ann I believe in myself, Im ready to spray anger
Take twenty of the best and I put twenty to the test.
And I leave all twenty in a mess, twenty on the rest
it again thats forty, not just twenty of the best
Im stepping on stones, no bad in my body
But I got a star on clones, dont forfeit nothing
Reap out the zones tell me spit and get out your phones.
By step 5 you should be alive bees buzz me a lot, I should be a hive
You around me a lot, you can see a vibe.
If I hove you a lot I can see a style
Shit MCs, I can see a pile, but its better they learn now trying in a while
No time like the present Im present and grime aint felt this in a while
So have a laugh, stink, have a bath. Feeling rose, then have a blast
I made snowman ice thrown on me frost bite or man, I never launch
Cause I dont think that my production act that
But dont think that I cant the logic page and make one
That aint stinking rhythm that I know another cant
Run up in a place like what them liku dibby mic stars man who are man already got them
Too many out the pen, I gotta stop them.
Take pics I dont and I crop them
Too pure in a game so if I come across another artist, I cant them
If I see a kid who dont jack shit

Tell him put down the knife and I then, pack them on
I only work for legs and arms, I said I a bit lucky like charms
Them man are cool they aint had arms
Might had crumbs but never had a heart
Never had a finish, never had a start but I come along like what the rush
None of these spitters aint in my class I was noise ever since I swing
Let me put it on now, let me see I think
Fight cool like the colour same colour as the drink I drink
Dont wait for the day I sink cause more than often Im out of
Some are hanging on aint new stuff
I you dont work, Im out of blinks,
Phone back chick chilling on the reck just like the yellow M on the V sign
Nigga might be but then its black pips time
Might be hated but I catch his
Yeah, I know a young belly, you will from the belly
And take the whole belly like his time
See me in a carnival, that hype
Got passing more and thats revise
And I might despise of any of guys
Who dont wanna work nights by thats his
Might cool the feelings, see whats one
And of gigga booms black hif life
Greenwich, woodish to queens life
stick it like the inside of a beehive
Im the cop, the man for the job kind of odd but the fans decide
Head phones dont get a rhythm kill it with a headshot
Some man are got a hair line Escor
Man are for a wave on a Friday night
Well, Im free wanna see the west got
Dont test me, I put a in your vest top and my young gunners aint letting off a test show
Aint the best and your not get in my way
Im top and your sets not thats why your dumb play short stop before they hit me.