Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know done messed up now right? Fo' real
You know, you up, I'm not laughing
All y'all is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same
And doin' the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up
That's why brought me back in this game
To bring it right to the essence

Oh yeah, and all kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, they're right over there
Waitin' for you to act a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo everybody on this side of the stage
To just move a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the yo, they comin' yo

I could never the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a speed bicycle
All the projects man, you what I'm sayin', yo

time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget where you from
you came from
Every I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't where you came from
Where you from

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how got here
But I like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was told colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard run up in your house
Shakespeare, no to jive blast your girl through the blouse

What? MCs, ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin', or
Murderation, closed casket
Closest you got to prison was seein' television
But I'ma go as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two from my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few I been dyin' to mention

Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the
Any more beats the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to
Still feel somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma Jacob
about the Fugues, I'ma break up the make up
Put stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all get Jay-Z

Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a something for the projects Clef
Let people you ain't forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the hip hop
Let know you ain't forget where you came from
Where you came

Hip hop fans, y'all the woman in my house
No matter how I am, y'all still have your doubts
'bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the get a mistress
My is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all art
And y'all start, and lose body parts
I you start walkin', tell your man stop talking

You know the scenario, the is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper books
Watch what you 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I real MCs
Kool G Rap, written in graffiti

Before the plane, I used to the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin'
Able's on the roof, cook like a
To calm my nerve, I drink 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay on my back
Two choices, sell rap or crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music is the same street format

I sold Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you want it for your mix tape

Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the up north
Let people know you ain't forget where you from
Where you came
time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin