Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my 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 his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, with bright lightning
Frightened with little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta I come across in the halls
I light a and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you the fuckin' handle
So when you find wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to haters
Accused for every crime through the equator
knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that will up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it be that way nigga, face it
That I sold 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 that'll drink Kahlua and gin, up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on
And even at the Million Man March, we fight

So you can suck my dick if you 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, flyin' down Fenkel and
expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you the flier?
Special invited guest will be, Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My in a coma for
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm
It's gonna cost three hundred to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
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 somethin' nigga pass
In Amsterdam we only out with hash rats
At a the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash
Run your pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and black
Bring your boys and guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter bake sales
Reckless, come behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more than nine hoodlums
I grapple your apple until it crackle
Run right you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it then shoot it
I love snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in
And the preacher while he's preachin'
a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, the intent to snatch your rent
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in
In with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me
Born up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of that was foldin' some one's
I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

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

Ha ha, suck my dick
D-12, Dirty dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Harry
Ha ha, and Slim