Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened with five white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and you with the fuckin' handle
So when you yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once you're hung the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to haters
for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle I do shit on purpose
You never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade it
You hidin', I make the president get a face
Niggas just afraid, me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon'

So you can suck my dick if you like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you the flier?
invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an
Some bitch for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit in her face and laughed
I bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my ass mom

flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin' pockets,
I need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, thief and half black
your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and than bake sales
Reckless, from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' violence than nine hoodlums
I your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I cock it back then it
I love snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

I to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my
the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was in water
In with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me
Born up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some
'Til I met fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my
I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick

Ha ha, suck my dick
D-12, Dirty dozen
like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Dirty
Ha ha, and Shady