Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bar Blackout

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100 bar yo uh

I set the sirens off every i step in the streets
if you get the you better put a weapon to me
i metal shit that will turn your vest in debris
blow you away like the winter your ass in the sea
you lower than the titanic
so many niggas is
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 and try to change to ya fig
i run trains with my niggas yo we tag hoes
when your crew get on the stage it's a drag queen show
except ain't got no wigs or skits
and yawl like you gangsta till you see a gun in your shirt
it only a bullet shot to put one in the dirt
and you better hope that it miss one of them
cuz the is getting better, ya heard?
had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, shit for
you probably wondering if i'm or not
there's only one way to out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder what a piece do
i bust bleed in ya boo, her offer you to breathe or move
i act wild when i bang, nigga d's a
but if your see me, she'll be leaving you
i take you to the and show you what a g can do
i want burners so hot make you the room
want ice that make the bride leave 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 doom
you gotta be the one who made me to stop kid
fuck smoke that will make a nigga's nostrils bleed
you better see me when you got a doc 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 tranquilize me in my just for keeping me calm
why i build a tolerance for the drugs
air packs and tips to your mug spill your brains on the rug
slice your up just so i can play with your blood
and d (?) spill your face in the tub
yo, does mic have a battery pac?
it would probably have to 10 times to hand my raps
nigga fuck it i plannin a hook
my rhymes are so hot, everyday i put a fan in my book
why i spit like it's fire in words
i gotta on a cordless mic or the wire would burn
mad nigga's wanna chill without he
yo the only way you can with me is with a rope to your neck
and you probably wonder imam stop
nigga i an't stop till the ak ain't able to drop
till blood aint able to spill
i got so bodies on my waste the government made me a field
just so i could bury them all
i paid so many visits to the grave that i had to mary the
did you hear? had to marry the
i cut your fans 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 setting you
except it ain't be with a wife
it's gonna be with a
if i bust a (?) in a night
i'm a little hungry man bro shoot you in the stomach
put a key of coke in your wounds to numb it
to spit a verse i wrote it's like a grope of liquor
nigga it'll burn throat
give you stomach pains spaz you out
eat you from the inside so the doctors had to you out
gag em out
you real, nigga you a fag who (?)
i know a chick that will bag spouse
get you shot in an hour or
your vest
(?) big bites that your flesh
i can see that it's a to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's more flame than you
clicks, more frames than you
more real, more ill, more will, more brains you
the only i an't got is more fame than you
but a 400 12 gauge will do
can't do it, imam your boo
her late night
spit game, tell chick to beg for food
pitch you (?) something that won't ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that ain't even half of what do
tie you up on the couch seal till your face is blue
have your whole fam you
and to think, that's a gram nigga, what an 8th could do