Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bar Blackout

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I set the sirens off every time i step in the
if you get the feds you put a weapon to me
i want metal shit that will turn vest in debris
blow you away like the winter drown ass in the sea
sink you lower the titanic
so many is benched
it's like a man with no i can't stand it
yawl cats is pussy might as well with a wig
get your self d cups and try to change to ya fig
i run trains my niggas yo we tag team hoes
when your get on the stage it's like a drag queen show
except yawl ain't got no or skits
and yawl front like you gangsta you see a gun in your shirt
it only take a bullet to put one in the dirt
and you better hope it miss one of them nerds
cuz the is getting better, ya heard?
had to offer you to with ya jaw week, shit for words
you probably wondering if i'm or not
there's one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder what a piece do
i bust bleed in ya boo, make her offer you to or move
i act when i bang, nigga d's a fool
but if your see me, she'll be leaving you
i you to the strip and show you what a g can do
i want burners so hot make you heat the
ice that will make the bride leave the groom
make jakes, cold stakes with a and scoop(?)
i'm so i be making niggas heat they tombs
and hop in with the quickness to they doom
you gotta be the one who me to stop this kid
fuck with smoke that will make a nostrils bleed
you better see me you got a doc cold in your palm
and a on your arm that could leave you to God
i've been sick the day i was born
doctors had to me in my arms just for keeping me calm
that's why i a tolerance for the drugs
air packs and hollow tips to your mug your brains on the rug
slice your up just so i can play with your blood
and like d (?) spill face in the tub
yo, does this mic have a pac?
it would probably have to recharge 10 times to my raps
fuck it i ain't plannin a hook
my are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my book
that's why i spit like it's fire in
i gotta rhyme on a cordless mic or the would burn
mad wanna chill without he best
yo the only way you can hang with me is with a rope to your
and you probably wonder when stop
nigga i an't gonna stop till the ak ain't able to
till your blood aint able to
i got so many bodies on my waste the government me a field
just so i fuckin bury them all
i paid so many visits to the that i had to mary the morgue
did you hear? had to marry the
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 believe setting you down
it ain't gonna be with a wife
it's gonna be with a
if i bust a (?) in a night
i'm a hungry man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach
then put a key of coke in your wounds to it
to spit a verse i wrote it's a grope of hard liquor
nigga burn your throat
give you pains that spaz you out
eat you from the so the doctors 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
shower your
(?) big bites devour your flesh
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga better more flame than you
clicks, more frames than you
more real, ill, more will, more brains than you
the only thing i got is more fame than you
but a 400 shot 12 gauge do
do it, imam page your boo
catch her late
spit game, that chick to beg for food
pitch you (?) something that won't make ya
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 nigga, pictures what an 8th could do