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 pupils swell up like two
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A young ass man with a can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened with five little white Vicadin bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta I come across in the halls
I light a candle and it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin'
So when you find wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
it's too late
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', murders to kill haters
Accused for every known through the equator
knew 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 that blow up in yo' face
a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, it
That weed I sold to you, laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type that'll drink and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we 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 this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the
Special invited guest be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the skip
the record skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I called her a whore, spit in her face and laughed
I drop bombs I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't
'Cause they is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and your necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I it back then shoot it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the bullets your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in
And smack the preacher he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

I used to tell I sold weed and weight
I was 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots with this nigga named Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a
(Special delivery!)
I to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
you in the rain while you carry 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 type of nigga that was some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in

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

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