Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
just 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 have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief
That the street's to stop your life, plot
The in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime stop my mind the frail
Bursting blasting at your cal shell, split your dry cell
My never snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, and equities
be the death of me

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

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

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look
Ten millis, mix designed for my physique
I a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, made of
Early natives that captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get name known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in vain the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's shit mesmerized
Mega live, like the third
my deceiver make him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, words in my mic type
Bond is my so I live by my word
Never fraudulent Queens don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, while they speaking
Rebel to America caught you sleeping