Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake just hit the corner people
Three in the morning I out my cab like "Fuck,
is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare look when I murk
It hurt, of took it as a brief reminder
That the designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass you fell
First time locked in stop my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, your dry cell
My niggas snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, and equities
Queens'll be the of me

To the suspect witness don't come
You might get your shit pushed tonight
(Suspect witness don't outside
You might get your shit back tonight)

To the witness don't come outside
You might get your pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness don't come
You might get your shit pushed tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my
I keep a low pro as if I owe, the flow lovely
My pants low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I it, descendant made of
Early natives were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get name known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in giving the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are you

To the suspect witness come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness come outside
You get your shit pushed back tonight)

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving mesmerized
live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver make him a
Jim stars, words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life so I by my word
Never fraudulent Queens bridge make no herbs
my name to deacons, politicians while they speaking
Rebel to civilization caught you sleeping