Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
just hit the corner people swarming
Three in the morning I out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," mega bloodshed, the red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life,
The beast in time yeah, to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First time in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My niggas snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and
be the death of me

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

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

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my Chinese
Rollin two Phillies make blunts Siamese
I it, I represent it, descendant made of
Early natives that were and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, in small print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
Life Was Written, the plot behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get name known? I flip the brain tome
get hit and wrap the plastic
The mic I strike in giving the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means
No need to the clock, the streets are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving shit
Mega live, like the third
my deceiver make him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, in my mic type receiver
is my life so I live by my word
Never fraudulent Queens don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they
Rebel to America civilization you sleeping