Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
You it's Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB
You how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it
Motherfucker stab you in your throat a icepick
you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the I'ma do it, you heard?
My nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never bein a
For never a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go findin God and comin back, gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin
Lyin 'til y'all with guns and comin back
comin back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The Source for man
Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga the streets
I respect you man, it out like this, 2-double-oh-5
Fuck the world, you heard, say up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, crew is the Al'Qaeda's
We war in the mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is
Why talk if you ain't walk hell's fire
All-nighters, attire
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back bottom for hire
I am that what the rap contracts
Ghostwriter, to coast cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to is priceless
Reminiscin on past fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung financial crisis
Never ran, I stand the righteous
AZ-Q, dark denimy V
His, arson is lethal, only pardon his so
Just ask it the closed casket
or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, fatigue jacket
cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade
to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to my artwork
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food with a
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I about the jewelry later
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only with the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock collect
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and
he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress
I'm like this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death
So save your breath, tie your up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I they process your appeal
on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
And drive 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash out
We real niggaz