Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake hit the corner people swarming
Three in the morning I jumped out my cab "Fuck,
is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the for rilla
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief
the street's designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you
First time locked in crime stop my blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, your dry cell
My niggas never snitch why
We with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
be the death of me

To the suspect witness come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed tonight)

To the suspect witness come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness don't outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, look petite
Ten millis, mix designed for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, the flow lovely
My pants hang low I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts
I it, I represent it, descendant made of
Early natives that were captured and to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, massive
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
Life Was Written, the plot curves the settin'
the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of nigga
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain
get hit and wrap the plastic
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of what a is
What you Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to the clock, the streets are timing you

To the suspect witness don't come
You get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get your shit back tonight)

It justifies, Nas leaving shit mesmerized
live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver make him a
Spitting Jim stars, in my mic type receiver
is my life so I live by my word
Never fraudulent bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they
Rebel to America caught you sleeping