Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake just hit the corner 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 should ducked"
I puffed the lilla, before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high late I'm looking down at the fella
pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare look when I murk
It hurt, of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the
blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My never snitch why tell
We roll no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
be the death of me

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

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

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix just for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the lovely
My hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
Early that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
Life Was Written, the plot behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the of nigga
To a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and wrap the
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of what a is
What you Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are you

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

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