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 ass man with a trash 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' bright lightning
Frightened with five little white pills bitin' him
I'm a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', murders to kill haters
Accused for crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my
My weed will hit yo' chest like a barrel 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 never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be way nigga, face it
That weed I to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a 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 right on site
And even at the Man March, we gon' fight

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

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

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two up in that ass crack
Weed laced with nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I gats
Be your mom on publishin', get your
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run your pockets, asap
I don't a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
loser, half thief and half black
Bring your and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And chopped up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point they yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple it crackle
Run right past you, around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it back shoot it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas
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 the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a at the deacon

I to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught 'em shake
I'm ignorant, the intent to snatch your rent
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my out of order
I've a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
Drive-by you in the while you carry 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 for havin' 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 my dick 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 like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick

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