Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

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

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my
My will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a grenade that will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

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

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on
Slashin' your tires, down Fenkel and Meyers
expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
didn't you read the flier?
Special invited guest will be, Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My in a coma for
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in
All bitches is hoes, even my ass mom

flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' nigga that
In Amsterdam we hang out with hash rats
At a the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your stack
Run your pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half
Bring your boys and your guns and get at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake
Reckless, come from and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine
I your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I cock it then shoot it
I love snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with
A big Chinese nigga, "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 I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of
I've been a Kon Artis I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga Carlisle Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you your son
your house and hang up on you for not givin' 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 of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

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

Ha ha, my motherfuckin' dick
D-12, motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch thirty fuckin' husbands
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Swifty
The Kon
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