Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

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

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

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

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames petite
Ten millis, mix just for my physique
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 eyes
Rollin two Phillies together 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, it's
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, in small print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get your name I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in vain the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are you

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

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