Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

Hit the floor tuck and roll E's on
I'm motherfucker but not Jerry Maguire
I'm the dark skinned Mac 10 who get busy
puttin' shit in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' caps the map
Yo the crew's royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went the chrome shoe
Diamond and jewels estates the swimmin' pools

And the sauna, on some marijuana
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and a goner
I stash the cash don't 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
Cross the sand, biggedy
Back to with my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and

To the hot shit, I'm the of that Bronx shit
Call me Sonny, with of money
Bringin' raw music, call my style
Please say, "Mister" when you me

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

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

Yo, the banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
Split monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water

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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 wanna
Survival of the fittest, fuck it or death
With will manuevers, slash producer
Puttin; it down E-Dub, in the sewer

Some thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs
burnt rugs, drinkin' beers out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on brand apparel
drama like John Travolta in Arrow

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

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

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