Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

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

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

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

I'm a compulsive liar, my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you the flier?
Special guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and than bake sales
Reckless, come behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players and young ballers
Shoot up the household, the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your 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 he's
Take a swing at the

I used to tell cats I weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got kicked out of camp for havin' sex in my tent
the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots with this nigga named Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a
(Special delivery!)
I to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
Drive-by you in the rain you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me
Born straight up out a but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they
Used to be the type of nigga that was some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in

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

Ha ha, suck my dick
D-12, Dirty motherfuckin'
Nasty like a stank bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
McVeigh
The Kon
The
Dirty
Ha ha, and Shady