Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can my dick if you don't like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A young ass man with a can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm like a at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', murders to kill haters
Accused for every known through the equator
knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that will up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I Remi I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I the president get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we fight

So you can my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch you read the flier?
Special invited guest be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' your in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch for my autograph
I her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in ass crack
Weed laced with nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with rats
At a 'Stop the rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin', get your
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run motherfuckin' pockets, asap
I don't a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, thief and half black
Bring your boys and guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag
And chopped up in a trash bag

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade to bring the noise
While the bullets your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer for havin' sex in my tent
With the daughter, my brain's out of order
been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga Carlisle Von
Who got from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you your son
Call house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some
'Til I met fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick

Ha ha, suck my dick
D-12, Dirty motherfuckin'
Nasty a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Dirty
Ha ha, and Shady