Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake just hit the corner swarming
Three in the I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high late I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, of took it as a brief reminder
That the designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split dry cell
My niggas never snitch why
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and
be the death of me

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

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

God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, look petite
Ten millis, mix designed for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, the flow lovely
My pants low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish my eyes Chinese
two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, made of
Early natives that were captured and taught to backwards
us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the
the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of nigga
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain
Niggas get hit and wrap the
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of a Mack is
What you with? or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to the clock, the streets are timing you

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

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