Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my swell up like 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 pants
I'm like a at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck everything I come across in the halls
I light a and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself up in the blinds, hurtin'
it's too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
Accused for every crime through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' on my 'gators
My will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that will 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
weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I the president get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they
in the lab wasted
I'm the that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we fight

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

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm
my dick 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 record
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm
It's gonna three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some asked 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 up in that ass crack
laced with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin' pockets,
I don't a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half
Bring your boys and your and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a bag

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

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught '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 a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga Carlisle Von
Who got from U-P-S for tryin' to send 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 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 reputation for havin' niggas runnin' funds
to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm 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
I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my

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