Luyện nghe bài hát Box Cutters

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Gambino..
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P..
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Nuttin but MOB Shit
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Nuttin but This shit

"Infamous Stamp it on ya baby,
be acting like shit is all gravy
Load up the 4-5 to get busy
I'm in the street Dunn i run this city
Smokin' that icky i cant feel my face
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Keep it Poppin Dunn they did it again
While kick true shootouts with black mac's
ask around the way, niggas know i did
pump drugs all night rockin a ski
We longer than all these Frank heads
Take leds shake feds that like to bread
Fuck Chicken-Heads part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My nigga in
Ya Looking for I Got Tons of Ammo
in The Streets Everyday niggas forced to lay Low

I been through threats, [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
out Tec's and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My Turn To
I sparkle Like a
My like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta

I been threats, Tec's
Pull out Tec's and Let
Tec's, Dun The world

It's My To Shine
I Like a Razor
My Style like a Box
Box Masta

P a Filter
I Run the comb through the hood and my target,
..Comb the Hood.
his apartment, Infamous Wildlife
You in the forest, nigga this MOB shit..
a Riddle take him to the hospital
Whats with the White Sheet and Red All Over?
here's War, You Just another Dead Soldier
I around the world, but America is Colder..
Much More Fowl, Much More
The Chopper gone Chop, The Go Pow
This no 80's Shit this is Right Now
I transcend This is Two Thousand Twelve
Ya Need a Hard in the Back a ya Head
system Corrupt, Better wake up Kid
Cause there's nothing we can do cept spread the
And then one day we can all the world..

& Scarface
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
Prodigy &
Do it to the def, How we do it, gone do it to The def.
Joey &
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to def.
On the and West Coast
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to The def.

I been through threats, [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out Tec's and Let [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a
My like a Box Cutta
Box Masta

I been through threats,
Pull out and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The world

It's My Turn To
I sparkle Like a
My Style like a Box
Box Cutta