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 your in debris
blow you away like the winter your ass in the sea
you lower than the titanic
so many is benched
it's like a man no legs i can't stand it
yawl cats is pussy might as well come 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 it's like a drag queen show
except ain't got no wigs or skits
and yawl front like you gangsta till you see a gun in your
it take a bullet shot to put one in the dirt
and you better hope that it one of them nerds
cuz the vests is getting better, ya
had to offer you to with ya jaw week, shit for words
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 could do
i bust bleed in ya boo, make her offer you to breathe or
i act wild when i bang, nigga d's a
but if your chick see me, be leaving you
i you to the strip and show you what a g can do
i want so hot make you heat the room
want ice that will the bride leave the groom
make jakes, stakes with a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making heat they tombs
and hop in the quickness to meet they doom
you be the one who made me to stop this 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 since 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 hollow tips to your mug your brains on the rug
your wrists up just so i can play with your blood
and like d (?) spill your in the tub
yo, does this mic have a battery
it would probably have to recharge 10 times to hand my
nigga fuck it i plannin a hook
my rhymes are so hot, i gotta put a fan in my book
that's why i spit like fire in words
i rhyme on a cordless mic or the wire would burn
mad nigga's wanna chill without he
yo the only way you can hang with me is with a to your neck
and you probably wonder when stop
i an't 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 bury them all
i paid so many visits to the that i had to mary the morgue
did you hear? had to the morgue
i cut your fans hands off so you get a round of applause
i want a whip that level the ground
and if you old to the game, best believe setting you down
except it ain't gonna be with a
gonna be with a knife
if i can't a (?) in a night
i'm a hungry man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach
then put a key of in your wounds to numb it
to spit a verse i wrote like a grope of hard liquor
nigga it'll your throat
give you stomach pains that you out
eat you from the inside so the had to drag you out
gag em out
you real, nigga you a fag who (?)
i know a chick that bag your spouse
get you in an hour or less
your vest
(?) big bites devour your flesh
i can see that it's a to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's better more flame you
more clicks, more than you
more real, more ill, more will, more brains you
the only thing i 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 that to beg for food
pitch you (?) that won't make ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that ain't even of what imam do
tie you up on the couch seal till your face is blue
have your fam hating you
and to think, that's a gram nigga, pictures what an 8th do