Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, my pupils swell up like 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 chew through his last pants
I'm like a at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I 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 yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, curtains

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

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

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

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass
Weed laced with nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be your mom on publishin', get ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash
Run your motherfuckin' pockets,
I don't need a platinum chain, I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and black
Bring boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake
Reckless, come from and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' violence than nine hoodlums
I your adam's apple until it crackle
Run past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I it back then shoot it
I love up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's
Take a swing at the

I used to tell cats I weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for sex in my tent
With the daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
you in the rain while 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 when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick

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