Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

Hit the floor tuck and roll E's on
I'm your motherfucker but not Maguire
I'm the dark skinned packin' Mac 10 who get
puttin' shit in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' caps the map
Yo the crew's back royalties and ASCAP,
I'm six two fat with the chrome shoe
Diamond and jewels estates with the pools

And the sauna, on some marijuana
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess and youse a goner
I stash the cash flash the cash what?
You figgedy-front on this kid I that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, it from the sewer to the land
the burnin' sand, biggedy
Back to Business with my
Got plans to blow, all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that shit
Call me Sonny, with pounds of
raw music, call my style swoosh
Please say, "Mister" when you me

Yeah uh, and Das EFX, time to flex
Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape
Steel, I hold it, put it together
Hangin' upside down, it, then reload it

Yo, I'm comin' up from Virginia, on the
dinner y'all, with this dimepiece named Levinia
Cellular ringin', it's Books how ya
Fat Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the like Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
Split your monkey ass in half like split the wiggidy-water

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
Anything the Squadron wants, uhh it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, like priests the bible

God bless, to any MC who wanna
Survival of the fittest, it life or death
With will manuevers, rapper slash
it down with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and
Liggidy-left rugs, drinkin' beers out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on name apparel
Briggidy-bringin' like John Travolta in Arrow

But niggidy-no need for that, Smith the gat
'em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy wild shine like the head, of Golden
Corrupt styles, smile, we takin' bails to trial

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill