Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake hit the corner people swarming
Three in the I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare look when I murk
It hurt, kind of it as a brief reminder
That the designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass you fell
First time locked in crime my mind blocks the frail
blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My niggas snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, and equities
Queens'll be the of me

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

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

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry infested
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the
My dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames petite
Ten millis, mix just for my physique
I a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
Early natives that captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the curves behind the settin'
the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of nigga
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in vain the pain of what a Mack is
What you Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to the clock, the streets are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving mesmerized
live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, words in my mic receiver
is my life so I live by my word
Never Queens bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians they speaking
to America civilization caught you sleeping