Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

Hit the floor tuck and E's on fire
I'm your motherfucker but not Jerry
I'm the dark packin' Mac 10 who get busy
Effective shit in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' across the map
Yo the back royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went with the shoe
Diamond and jewels estates with the pools

And the sauna, on some marijuana
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and a goner
I stash the cash flash the cash what?
You figgedy-front on this kid I smash ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin' it the sewer to the land
the burnin' sand, biggedy
Back to Business with my
Got plans to blow, all positions in the game
Like coalition, look and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that shit
me Sonny, with pounds of money
Bringin' raw music, call my swoosh
say, "Mister" when you introduce me

Yeah uh, and Das EFX, time to flex
Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in tape deck
Steel, I it, put it together blindfolded
Hangin' upside down, it, then reload it

Yo, I'm comin' up Virginia, on the linear
Havin dinner y'all, with this dimepiece Levinia
Cellular ringin', Books how ya livin'
Fat Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the like Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of
Split your monkey ass in like Moses split the wiggidy-water

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
Anything the Squadron wants, uhh it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, like priests hold the

God bless, to any MC who test
of the fittest, fuck it life or death
With will manuevers, rapper producer
Puttin; it down with E-Dub, in the

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex and drugs
Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin' beers out of gold
Slugs in the barrel, on name brand
Briggidy-bringin' like John Travolta in Arrow

But niggidy-no need for that, Smith the gat
Ease 'em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in
It's wiggidy wild shine the head, of Golden Child
Corrupt styles, smile, we takin' bails to trial

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill