Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya soldier
Fell to the like folgers
Couldnt the boulder
Fancy paralyzed for an answer

In the hip hop game but the rap got
Tumors poppin from the of rumors
Generation X be the end of baby
Is the generation headed for doom

the soul and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the
Think its the borderlines hot
the passports tap the telephone

Surprise they home
And one of fuckin own
Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol
From that same ol up to that same ol thing

Now what I see say you me
I a metaphor of LSD

I dont know yall thinkin about
But if you know like I
You better on your seatbelt
you in for a long ride

Now I be I been a man
Figure I never call myself a nigger to get
love got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot, no oh this shit is hot

Spendin all the for clothes
Wit a foreclosed on the front mud
Lost in

Now the heads tales how the dead bled and fled
Now livin up in the bed
Instead seize us like Jesus
Married to the mob did a job in Hempstead

Lord had mercy curse me
New world order got my ass drownin in the
Now what you stuck to the
That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk south

Thirty crankin trunks
Try to pass the test but to the rest flunk
Now what be indebted, better get it
Those times and raps never comin back

No future a pass, I kick ass
the sox off a Pandoras box
Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor
Between rehearsin a my jaw lox

I set the bomb the R and B scene
Go against the run up on the train
And so I parallel the brains of
As hip hop brain made em spill the

Make it plain the remains insane
Come the same no holes closin up the
Dont ask no questions on the level
Can the magic get back, Knicks get Van exel

Bold rap lyrics fuck heard
Not no lost and found nouns or half ass
Turnaround power moves ruffs
I aint been cuckoo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free make em see the
try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the and made them all cry

A new rap song and a real by
Why o why did the die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp fraid
of the aids got the bitches afraid

The white man got you afraid
service got your mama afraid
Scared of the fact before a black
of you say nigga before you say crack

You got no back is what you
Just say black and Ill see where ass is at