Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested streets of the
Home of cops
Where niggaz get motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin' forth the motherfuckers
In this rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these know

You look, I look, you invite it, I
I wearin' it, you know stone cold crook
What's truth, lie? Who's people, who spy?
It's life and death, live or die

Ultimates who made 'em, why do we even
When we die, is Heaven or is it total blackness?
For any touch, a feeling, touch and y'all felt
We can exchange shots, until our chambers

mad tension in the air
(Mad in the air)
one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and him up like arson
dangerous business

Opposites, these strangers be opposites
So put your face in mine, brace your spine
'Cause may attract, but they don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel your grind

Now delayed second thoughts run through your
When my slugs connect and strike major arteries
When my fists connect, causin' major injuries
What you Junior? You not evil

The Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out
Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with ill type rhyme

Yo, I 'cause a bloody bath to make my laugh and gig'
My nutty live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat just for L
My skills, puffin' boom in
(Undecipherable)

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun
snatch the moon out the sky and blow the sun away
Me and my play hardball
Strictly hardcore, 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws

My raw but I gotta do it, I'm feelin' high then buddhaed
So you might get and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the braids
I would earn a with the thirty gauge

dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the glock and the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause, let the go up his butt
To up, punchin' body blows and uppercuts

The South is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to it
Whether rain or shine, we be out nines
Hey yo Nut, hit 'em with that ill type rhyme

Yo, I cause damage, rap's bandit
Well I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm yo'
for the slaughter when my brain is out of order
Got out my church

'Cause I got caught my preacher's daughter
Menace Dennis on the M.I.C.
You run son, I'm sendin' emcees up shit's creek
So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York

Like I'm a big fat dick, whack emcees is
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll yo' kids
Take 'em home, fuck 'em
Then send 'em to you in bandages

You lose, 'cause I got, the ill street and keep
The close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.

Yeah, my motherfuckin' crew
Straight out the Bronx
The motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx
Keepin' in realer, my motherfuckin' nigga Nut

Armageddon, the
My Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Eclipse
All you motherfuckers know the times,

your motherfuckin' back
Blow out the back of domepiece
D.I.T.C. forever