Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bar Blackout

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I set the sirens off every time i in the streets
if you get the feds you put a weapon to me
i want metal shit that will turn your in debris
blow you like the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you than the titanic
so many niggas is
it's like a man no legs i can't stand it
yawl cats is pussy might as well with a wig
get your self some d cups and try to to ya fig
i run trains with my yo we tag team hoes
when your crew get on the stage it's like a queen show
except yawl ain't got no wigs or
and yawl front like you gangsta you see a gun in your shirt
it only take a shot to put one in the dirt
and you better that it miss one of them nerds
cuz the vests is getting better, ya
had to offer you to speak ya jaw week, shit for words
you probably wondering if i'm 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 when i bang, nigga d's a fool
but if your chick see me, she'll be you
i you to the strip and show you what a g can do
i burners so hot make you heat the room
want ice that will make the bride the groom
make jakes, stakes with a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so i be making niggas heat they tombs
and hop in with the quickness to meet they
you gotta be the one who made me to stop 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 on your arm that could leave you to God
i've been sick the day i was born
doctors had to tranquilize me in my just for keeping me calm
that's why i build a tolerance for the
air packs and hollow tips to mug spill your brains on the rug
slice your wrists up so i can play with your blood
and like d (?) spill your in the tub
yo, does this mic have a pac?
it would probably have to recharge 10 times to my raps
nigga fuck it i ain't a hook
my rhymes are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my
that's why i spit like it's fire in
i rhyme on a cordless mic or the wire would burn
mad nigga's wanna chill he best
yo the only way you can hang me is with a rope to your neck
and you probably wonder imam stop
nigga i an't gonna till the ak ain't able to drop
your blood aint able to spill
i got so many bodies on my waste the government made me a
just so i could fuckin bury all
i paid so many to the grave that i had to mary the morgue
did you had to marry the morgue
i cut your fans hands off so you can't get a round of
i want a whip that could level the
and if you old to the game, best imam setting you down
except it gonna be with a wife
gonna be with a knife
if i can't bust a (?) in a
i'm a little man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach
then put a key of coke in wounds to numb it
to spit a i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor
nigga it'll your throat
give you stomach 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 that will bag spouse
get you in an hour or less
your vest
(?) big bites that devour flesh
i can see that it's a to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's more flame than you
more clicks, more frames you
more real, more ill, more will, brains than you
the only thing i got is more fame than you
but a 400 shot 12 will do
can't do it, page your boo
catch her late
spit game, tell that chick to beg for
pitch you (?) something 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, that's a gram nigga, pictures an 8th could do