Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

I could forget the underground hip hop
dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a speed bicycle
All the projects man, you know I'm sayin', yo

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

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I recite
I'm in the with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was told wear colors you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the

MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin', or
Murderation, closed cremation
Closest you got to was seein' barson television
But I'ma go as this thug phenomenon
me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your
Here's a few things I dyin' to mention

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

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

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

You know the scenario, the innocent is always the to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the
Kum ba ya, got you in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
Tall tribes of Juda, than books
Watch you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in

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

I sold Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all wanted more
Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would it for your mix tape

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