ฟังเพลงThere Will Be Blood (feat. Sadat X, Grand Puba, A.G., O.C. & Diamond D) (Explicit)

Can I do it Yeahh

Can you'll do it Yeahh

ALL together now Ahh

You love it Oooh

You love it Oooh

You love it Oooh

You love it

If me and some rap faggot have static

We can go to war at your

Show you'll need flap jackets

Strapped with automatics

No we use bats and hatchets

Give the microphone a drug test

I spit crack at it for crack addicts

Approach your R with an AR

Based on a true story

I spit H bombs

In every eight bars

When Tony put his face in that snow

I was writin' them flavor flows

And yeah even my worst haters know

That I'm a player for show

They be like Yeah

I'm with ya Titled

Bring b**ches back to the pad

Like a menstrual cycle

You walk around like you

Some kind of thuggy guy

I know you ain't Diddy

But I can make you see through Puffy eyes

You know my styles boy

You know what I'm workin' with

Fire arms of various calibers penetrate

I'm the hate that breeds hate

Nah let me illustrate

Time stands still on a day that's slow

For me it ain't about

The show it's about the proof

Blow the air from the roof

And anything movin' this is a stick up

If you fiends even hiccup you layin' flat

You wanna face this rage

Somebody threw some meat in the cage

Wear armor

You can call Obama

Call your momma

I breed armies make men out of boys

Tactical General Patton from BK to Manhattan

You frontin'

You lame treat your whole squad the same

I don't play when it comes to this

I rule the mic with the iron fist

Compile data then I make the list

Grab the wack move they a** to trash

Then empty trash so they don't exist

Since vinyl

Words flow like herds of rhinos

Leave your a** trampled

When I'm runnin' on the sample

A showdown at sundown

These verb als I rundown

Will leave your a** dumbfound

You thought you was gunned down

Rhyme style mean like a d**e fiend lean

Cut against the green

And you face the guillotine

Grand Puba there's

No way you can dodge

Better off tryin'

Your luck at Las Vegas at Mirage

Been through ups and downs

Never touched the ground

Like girls with the big butts

Never f**k with clowns

Let music take over me

Words flow through me

Truly the best that's

Why niggas keep quotin' me

I'm the baddest ni**a livin'

Average niggas don't stand a chance

I danced in France

Put hands and feets on beats

Put fans in trances

Amsterdam is a place where I sin

Get that Yen in Japan kid

The Swiss Mountains

Got a Swiss accountant

Chick with a fountain pen

Keep my chips amountin' to somethin'

My grind is unparalleled

While you'll niggas keep

On horsin' around like carousels

I'm mind over

As a matter of fact

There's no practice needed

See I'm matched bar none

When it's all said and done up

The last man standin' is proof

Who has the biggest brass

And bubbas for crafty

Mc Guyver

Everyday things around me

Work to my advantage

Create the plan at random

For every livin' soul

On the planet understand this

As some author's say

An heir is apparent

I'm that oil piece priceless art

There's no biddin' on it auction block

Fortune of Fort Knox

Off top or written

Each album takes precision

Knocks out solidify win

The fight over decision

I got a flow so cold niggas call me chilly

Don't ever press up fam

I'll smack you silly

If I'm all out of Dutches

I pack the Philly

On my J O B I mack the millis

And I'm all about stackin' my chips

Gettin' dome in the back of the whips

Start smackin' them hips

All that slick talk will

Just gets you smacked in the lips

Game time fourth quarter

Back to the blitz

You can't move me shake me

Break me make me

Be somethin' I'm not

Niggas wanna snake me

I'm right by escape key writin' X

Big Diam still writin' the checks

Holla at me

You feel get one very important alment

Or not surposet be that good

Oh now you get