Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
just hit the corner people swarming
Three in the morning I out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," mega bloodshed, the red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he have ducked"
I the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of it as a brief reminder
That the designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime stop my blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split 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 don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back
(Suspect witness don't outside
You might get your shit back tonight)

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

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look
Ten millis, mix just for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the 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 that were captured and taught to think
us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in vain the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep insomnia
No need to check the clock, the are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's shit mesmerized
Mega live, the third world
Decipher my deceiver him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life so I live by my
Never fraudulent Queens bridge don't no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians they speaking
to America civilization caught you sleeping