Luyện nghe bài hát Box Cutters

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

"Infamous it on ya forehead baby,
be acting like shit is all gravy
Load up the 4-5 to get busy
I'm in the street everyday i run this city
Smokin' that icky Dunn i cant feel my
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Roam Keep it Poppin Dunn did it again
While kick true facts shootouts with mac's
ask around the way, niggas know i did
pump all night rockin a ski mask
We last 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 in Yambo
Ya Looking for I Got Tons of Ammo
in The Streets Everyday yall niggas to lay Low

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

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

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

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

P a Filter
I Run the comb through the hood and my target,
..Comb the Hood.
Find his apartment, Wildlife
You food in the forest, nigga MOB shit..
Here's a Riddle him to the hospital
Whats Black with the White and Red All Over?
Over here's War, You Just another Soldier
I around the world, but America is Colder..
Much More Fowl, More Wild
The Chopper gone Chop, The Go Pow
This ain't no 80's Shit this is Now
I transcend This is Two Thousand Twelve
Ya Need a Hard smack in the Back a ya
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 gone do it, do it to The def.
& Bravo
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to def.
On the and West Coast
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.

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

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

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

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