Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the of his ass
So the rats can't chew his last pants
I'm a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
it's too late
'Cause once hung from the drapes, it's curtains

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

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

I'm a liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, down 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 read the
Special invited guest will be, 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 in a coma for
Lettin' the skip
the record skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two up in that ass crack
Weed laced somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash
At a 'Stop the rally, I blast gats
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run your pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, thief and half black
Bring your and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a bag

Stranglin' rappers the point they can't yell
'Cause crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I it back then shoot it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the
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 face leakin', run up in
And smack the preacher while preachin'
Take a swing at the

I to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my
With the superintendent's daughter, my out of order
been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired 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, take the and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry son
Call your house and hang up on you for not me none
Born up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my if you don't 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

Ha ha, suck my motherfuckin'
D-12, motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Harry
Ha ha, and Slim