Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
just hit the corner people swarming
Three in the I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," mega bloodshed, the red
I heard bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on cushion
His mom's had a I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief
the street's designed to stop your life, plot
The in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, your dry cell
My niggas never why tell
We roll no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
Queens'll be the of me

To the suspect witness come outside
You get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight)

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

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
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 hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes
Rollin two Phillies together blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
Early natives that were captured and taught to think
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, Armani in print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the of nigga
To shoot a leg to get your known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of a Mack is
you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving shit
live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life so I live by my
fraudulent Queens bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they
Rebel to civilization caught you sleeping