Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake hit the corner people swarming
in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare look when I murk
It hurt, of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime my mind blocks the frail
Bursting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My niggas never snitch why
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, and equities
Queens'll be the of me

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

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

God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My dresses, in vest-es, feel 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 low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts
I meant it, I represent it, made of
Early natives were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, massive
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in giving the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no means insomnia
No need to the clock, the streets are timing you

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

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