Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? Fo'
You know, you messed up, I'm not
All y'all is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even the same jewelry
And doin' the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up
That's why they brought me back in this
To it right back to the essence

Oh yeah, and all this this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, they're right over there
Waitin' for you to act a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo tell everybody on this of the stage
To just back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they yo

I could forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody knew me when I was broke
at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, you what I'm sayin', yo

Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you came
Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a somethin' for the street DJs
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you from

Yo, yo probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got
But I feel like the Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was told wear colors you walk
Dirt, south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast girl through the blouse

What? MCs, y'all ain't but assassins
two lines is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein' television
But I'ma go long as this thug
me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your
Here's a few things I dyin' to mention

Anyone about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it hard to tell
Still feel like watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma Jacob
about the Fugues, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get

Every time I pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the Clef
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
a little something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you forget where you came from
you came from

Hip hop fans, y'all the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your
'bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show some art
And y'all wanna start, and body parts
I you start walkin', tell your man stop talking

You the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the
Kum ba ya, got you in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
Tall of Juda, deeper than books
what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I real MCs
Kool G Rap, written in graffiti

Before the plane, I used to the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms Caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my
Two choices, rap or sell crack
sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music is the same street format

I sold y'all Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet still wanted more
Since went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, you would want it for your mix tape

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a something for the brothers up north
Let people know you ain't forget where you came
Where you came
time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin