Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake just hit the people swarming
Three in the morning I jumped out my cab "Fuck,
is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a reminder
the street's designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime stop my mind the frail
Bursting blasting at forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My niggas snitch why tell
We with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
be the death of me

To the suspect witness don't come
You might get shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight)

To the suspect witness don't outside
You might get your shit pushed back
(Suspect witness don't outside
You might get your shit pushed tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry infested
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, look petite
Ten millis, mix designed for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow
My pants hang low I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my Chinese
two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I it, I represent it, descendant made of
natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, massive
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the threatened
Life Was Written, the plot behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the of nigga
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in giving the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are you

To the witness don't come outside
You might get your shit back tonight
(Suspect witness don't come
You might get shit pushed back tonight)

It justifies, Nas Escobar's shit mesmerized
live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver make him a
Spitting Jim stars, in my mic type receiver
Bond is my so I live by my word
Never fraudulent bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while speaking
Rebel to America caught you sleeping