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 beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even wearing the jewelry
And y'all doin' the same
Shut up, you know you up right?
That's why they brought me in this game
To bring it right back to the

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

I could never the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody knew me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve bicycle
All the man, you know what I'm sayin', yo

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin
Kick a somethin' for the new Jerusalem
Let people you ain't forget where you came from
you came from
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
a little somethin' for the street DJs
Let people know you forget where you came from
you came from

Yo, yo probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I know how they got here
But I feel the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you
Dirt, dirty south, I they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your through the blouse

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

Anyone about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put MPC to cell
Listen, on nas, it ain't hard to tell
Still like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma up the make up
Put your up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz will get Jay-Z

Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the projects Clef
Let people know you ain't forget where you came
Where you came
Every time I pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
a little something for the hip hop fans
Let know you ain't forget where you came from
you came from

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

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

the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin'
on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my
Two choices, sell rap or crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin'
'Cuz the music industry is the street format

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

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