Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bar Blackout

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I set the off every time i step in the streets
if you get the feds you better put a to me
i want metal shit that turn your vest in debris
blow you away like the winter your ass in the sea
sink you than the titanic
so niggas is benched
like a man with no legs i can't stand it
yawl cats is pussy as well come with a wig
get your self some d cups and try to to ya fig
i run trains with my niggas yo we tag team
when your crew get on the stage it's a drag queen show
yawl ain't got no wigs or skits
and yawl front like you gangsta till you see a gun in shirt
it only take a bullet to put one in the dirt
and you better hope that it one of them nerds
cuz the is getting better, ya heard?
had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, for words
you probably if i'm crazy or not
only one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder a piece could do
i bust bleed in ya boo, her offer you to breathe or move
i act wild when i bang, d's a fool
but if your see me, she'll be leaving you
i take you to the and show you what a g can do
i burners so hot make you heat the room
want ice will make the bride leave the groom
make jakes, cold stakes with a and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making niggas heat they
and hop in with the quickness to meet doom
you gotta be the one who me to stop this kid
fuck with smoke that will make a nigga's nostrils
you better see me when you got a doc cold in your
and a priest on your arm that could you to God
i've sick since the day i was born
doctors had to tranquilize me in my arms just for me calm
that's why i a tolerance for the drugs
air packs and tips to your mug spill your brains on the rug
slice wrists up just so i can play with your blood
and like d (?) your face in the tub
yo, does this mic have a battery
it would probably to recharge 10 times to hand my raps
nigga fuck it i ain't plannin a
my are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my book
that's why i spit it's fire in words
i rhyme on a cordless mic or the wire would burn
mad nigga's wanna without he best
yo the only way you can hang me is with a rope to your neck
and you probably wonder when imam
nigga i gonna stop till the ak ain't able to drop
till your blood able to spill
i got so many bodies on my waste the government me a field
just so i could fuckin them all
i paid so many to the grave that i had to mary the morgue
did you hear? had to marry the
i cut fans hands off so you can't get a round of applause
i want a whip that level the ground
and if you old to the game, best believe imam you down
except it ain't gonna be a wife
gonna be with a knife
if i can't bust a (?) in a
i'm a little hungry man bro shoot you in the stomach
then put a key of coke in wounds to numb it
to a verse i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor
it'll burn your throat
give you pains that spaz you out
eat you from the inside so the had to drag you out
gag em out
you ain't real, you a fag who (?)
i know a chick will bag your spouse
get you shot in an hour or
your vest
(?) big bites that devour your
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't with a nigga that's better more flame than you
more clicks, more frames you
more real, more ill, more will, more brains you
the only thing i an't got is more fame you
but a 400 shot 12 will do
can't do it, imam your boo
catch her late
spit game, tell that to beg for food
pitch you (?) that won't make ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that ain't even half of imam do
tie you up on the seal blows till your face is blue
have whole fam hating you
and to think, a gram nigga, pictures what an 8th could do