Luyện nghe bài hát Alkaholik

It's that millenium flow, I never let go
Niggaz knocked out is part of my show
Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a wrangler
Triangular, the hillside strangler

a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, out below
It's a tale of two cities, out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin'

Stuck in the ground, fitted a suit in a pine box
With my fresh pressed in a slingshot
So box all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the that you shoulda hate

Call it what you call it
I'm a fuckin'
it if you really want it
Ain't put no extras on it

Call it what you call it
I'm a alkaholik
Bring it if you want it
gotta put no extras on it

Yo, I'm in the zone and gone
Got the spot blown, boom,
Watch the aroma, those who love me
My dirty cats on dune buggies

I be the to take your watch and flaunt it
T.Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga till his neck pop
Do a to a "black cop"

X and E's, out for
Get the money, you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, it to y'all, in any given Sunday
J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot

(I hate E so right now)
Blow it hooker bounce
Come off the like J.Snooka
Two fly motherfuckers you fuck widdit
Backed by open bar, so y'all it

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you want it
Ain't gotta put no on it

it what you wanna call it
I'm a alkaholik
Bring it if you really it
Ain't put no extras on it

J McEnroe, cam smashin', crashin'
I eat MCs a ration
I'm sockin' in they goatees
I you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies

I'm in the with 10 G's, countin' ten G's
Cause we need a bag of
(can you it?)
Now we need ten to blow on deez like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds you all in mines

I bought a bottle for the and did not share it
so much captain Mo' all I need is a parrot
You took the challenge and lost your balance
You underground, we under water, drinkin' liquid by the

Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin', rushin'
I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
And still rush the roughest MC who get it
Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and

Catash on the the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle the microphone, bang rhymes consistent
You wack and I'm catash and that's the motherfuckin'

For instance, "21 and over" set your back
Still where the rocks at
Two one, we still young guns that's restless
(Thirty niggaz, hoes)
And the motherfuckin' guest list

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you want it
gotta put no extras on it

Call it what you call it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you really it
gotta put no extras on it