Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened with little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the blade and you with the fuckin' handle
So when you yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
it's too late
'Cause you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
Accused for every crime known the equator
They I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I Remi I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade it
You hidin', I the president get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, me they bracelets
in the lab wasted
I'm the type drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked on site
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

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

I'm a compulsive liar, my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch you read the flier?
Special invited guest be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' your in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My in a coma for
Lettin' the skip
the record skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit in her face and laughed
I drop like I was in Vietnam
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin' pockets,
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch
Born loser, thief and half black
Bring your and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point they yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine
I grapple your adam's apple it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I cock it back then it
I love up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, the young toddlers
barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher he's preachin'
a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my
the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis I was swimmin' in water
In with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a 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 up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the of nigga that was foldin' some one's
I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

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

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