Текст песни The Learning (Burn) - Mobb Deep , Big Noyd
It
be
a
buck-fifty
Your
chance
of
runnin′
Is
infinte
Slugs
that
leave
niggas
drugged
Like
a
chick
slip
the
Mickey
I'm
so
on
the
low
It′d
take
a
Navy
SEAL
To
get
me
When
I
surface
If
not
chips
to
Benz
Is
the
purpose
On
your
team
I'll
pull
the
curtain
A
beautiful
hurtin'
Till
my
eyes
see
the
blood
That
mean
the
creep
start
workin′
Niggas
never
learnin′
that
They
eyes
keep
lurkin'
Have
ya
janitor
Pumpin′
your
merkin
Skid
marks
the
street
Your
heart
skips
a
beat
Beef?
Nigga
overcook
that
meat
Get
no
sleep,
only
rest
is
In
between
the
blink
My
life
story
was
Written
in
blood,
permenant
ink
Killer
instinct,
R.I.P.
'em
Gotta
think
like
that
′cause
Forever
I
be
needin'
′em
Plan
flawless,
mistakes
Never
repeatin'
'em
Some
love,
some
hate
me
Bitches
in
the
head
beatin′
′em
(So)
Niggas
wanna
ride
By
the
crib
all
slow
(Oh)
We
clap
motherfucker
Want
a
real
rap
show?
Fiends
are
rushin'
When
the
mack
blow
Dead
in
my
castle
And
in
the
blink
watch
How
quick
life
pass
you
What′s
wrong
With
motherfuckers
When
will
they
ever
learn
Keep
playin'
with
that
fire
And
that
ass
is
gettin′
burned
Fuckin'
with
semi-autos
One
foot
is
in
the
grave
We
givin′
all
of
y'all
Somethin'
to
be
afraid
of
Lemme
tell
you
How
it′s
goin′
down
It's
on
now
Niggas
used
to
love
me
Now
they
wanna
hate
me
now
I′m
that
same
nigga
With
the
tech
Holdin'
the
spot
down
Except
I′m
pushin'
a
Lex
Lettin′
the
top
down
But
wait,
you
don't
think
I
live
a
pop
life
now
That's
hate,
you
could
Get
popped
right
now
Me
don′t
play,
I
keep
A
gun
around
my
way
′Cause
I'm
a
fuckin′
drama
king
Like
my
nigga
Kay
Slay
Sex,
drugs,
money
And
murder
all
day
It's
rules,
guidlines
And
codes,
we
obey
Don′t
even
trip,
IMD
It's
that
I
claim
Infamous
Mobb
Deep
nigga
Ready
to
bang
Nigga
don′t
think
shit
stink
Then
shit
hit
the
fans
So
I
don't
slip,
I'ma
shit
With
my
gun
in
my
hand
It′s
a
thug
thing
y′all
niggas
Wouldn't
understand
and
Y′all
keep
guns
We
keep
our
shit
bangin'
You
a
bitch-ass
nigga
I
had
you
kill′t
All
they
had
was
your
Picture
at
the
funeral
No
casket
You
bastards
be
missin'
My
jewels,
my
whip
My
rims
we
bitchin′
My
guns
be
the
heat
That'll
make
you
blister
My
mens,
my
Timbs'll
Stomp
you
niggas
No
shit,
no
clip
Don′t
fuck
with
us
It′s
no
problem,
I
bring
it
To
the
best
of
them
From
the
old
to
the
new
And
the
rest
of
them
No
love,
just
slugs
For
ya
body
dunn
Just
pain,
just
sufferin'
And
worst
then
that
You
let
me
Get
my
hands
on
you
So
I′m
takin'
advantage
And
that
shit
that
you
pulled
Ain′t
do
me
no
damage
You
don't
know
me
But
we
′bout
To
change
that
shit
Wrap
that
nigga
up
Like
a
package
Fuck
all
them
nigga
Buck
all
them
faggots
Yeah,
QB
(Yeah)
Mobb
Deep,
dola
It's
goin'
down
We′re
takin′
over
Vita,
gettin'
this
dough
We
don′t
call
it
Murder
for
nothin'
(Murda,
murda,
murda)
I′ll
send
you
on
Prodigy,
Big
Noyd,
Havoc
Yeah,
y'all
see
us
It
ain′t
a
game,
yeah
Oh,
come
on,
yeah
You
see
us
1 Pray For Me
2 Get Away
3 Bounce
4 Clap
5 Kill That Nigga (Kill That)
6 My Gats Spitting
7 Handcuffs
8 Hey Luv (Anything)
9 Hey Luv (Anything)
10 The Learning (Burn)
11 The Learning (Burn)
12 Live Foul
13 Hurt Niggas (Hurt)
14 Get At Me
15 I Won't Fall
16 Crawlin
17 Nothing Like Home
18 There I Go Again
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