Слушать бесплатно Three Beats & A Mc

"{"Something Comes Close"} {"I'm This Much Faster"} {"Faster"} {"Something Comes Close"} {"I'm This Much Faster"} {"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"} [Verse 1:] Yea, Ha Eh Yo Whos That Kid? Wont Slip, Cock Shit Bust Lips Hittin Hard Tear The Legs From Ya Hips Can Ya Bang With The Click? Im Gonna Bang Till Ya Sick Till Ya Cant Take It Son I Remain On The List Watch Me Blow By Mc's Neva Had A Chance If Ya Reach For The Mic Then Im Severin Ya Hands Im Betta Then Ya Mans Ya Cousin And Ya Idol Im Takin Every Title Go Ahead Shoot Ya Rifle Still Want Sutff? And I, Keep It Movin Eh Yo, Blast On Ya Track Class Laugh If Ya Lose It Yo Fuck Tryin To Prove From Ya Skills Im Bored Down Stopped In Ya Tracks, And Re-Track Its 4th Down I Spit One Verse And Get A Technical Knock Out Get Pounds All Around Wear My Jacket N Walk Out I Walk Out The Game Ya Get Knocked Off Ya Frame Ill Creep In Ya Classroom N Burn It To Flames {"Something Comes Close"} {"I'm This Much Faster"} {"Faster"} {"Something Comes Close"} {"I'm This Much Faster"} {"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"} [Verse 2:] Now I Got 40 Different Ways That I Can Take Off Ya Airways Spit My Shit Rough And Only Landed On Ya Fairway (Class) I Aint Tryin To Practice Fairplay I'm Tryin To Blind Fold My Enenmy's N Chuck Em Down A Staircase Crash Land, On Every Last Man From Here To Afghan, Yall Can Catch The Back Hand 'cept For A Class Fan I Blast Mans With The Rhymes That I Use Into Ya Mind, Get Confused, Ya Need A Catscan And Im Just Askin Why Empty's Always Wanna To Talk When I A'int Up In The Place They Try To Tell Me Off Call Ya Next Day U Act Like Ya Shook Keep My Name Out Ya Mouth Ill Fill Ya Mouth With My Foot Im Stompin On The Seen N Got My People On The Side We Used To Do A Lot Of Things But Now Our Brains Gone N Fried But Real Calm Inside Keep This Rap Shit Together I Started Off Of Skill But Now Im More Dope Then Eva [Verse 3:] Damn, I Need My Weed Lit Before I Spit This On The Remix If Ya Dont Like It Eat Shit I Mean This If It Aint Broke Then Leave It We Tryin To See Chicks On The Floor Untill They Knees Split Ill Flow Till Ya Sea Sick And If Ya Man He Steppin Up He'll Get His Teeth Split Scream Fuck You! Cross A Club, Hope Any Weed Slips I Dont Just Spit, I Breathe This The Game Aint Got A Recess Yo Im Goin Full Out, Untill I Pull Out And Leave This Yo Blowin Up The Scene So When I Spit Its More Then Bomb Threats Crack U In The Back, With These Tracks And Foreign Objects Travserses In Topics Combine With More Then Concepts Its Gaurenteed To Make These Mc's Vote Wuth The Contracts Class Aint Waitin For These Record Labels To Call Im Waitin For These Mutha Fuckin Rappers To Fall Im Askin Ya All You Ready For The Trash Talk? Ya Hands Saggin Kid From The Old Back Who's Dope And U Know That? I Got My Shit Togetha More Then Explosive Quit It, I Know Where The Dope Is I Swear Sometimes Its Hopeless And I Always Keep It Grounded Spittin Out Frustrations Im A Very Picky Person So I Got Enough Patients So I Fuck The Wait, And I'll Do This By Myself Wrote My First Rhyme And Dropped My First Beat With No Help So Go To Hell Thanks For Nothin I'll Remember Exactly What U Did (Nothin!) Yea Ill Remember "