Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake hit the corner people swarming
Three in the morning I out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should ducked"
I the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the
Shit's pushed in, ambulance him on some cushion
His had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a reminder
the street's designed to stop your life, plot
The in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My niggas never why tell
We with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
Queens'll be the of me

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

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the
My dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, look petite
Ten millis, mix designed 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 together blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
Early natives that were captured and taught to think
Trapped us in a psychiatric, it's massive
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
Life Was Written, the plot curves the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the tome
Niggas get hit and wrap the
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of what a is
you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No to check the clock, the streets are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving shit
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 to deacons, politicians while they speaking
Rebel to America civilization caught you