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 that will turn your vest in debris
you away like the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you lower the titanic
so many niggas is
it's like a man no legs i can't stand it
yawl cats is might as well come with a wig
get your some d cups and try to change to ya fig
i run trains my niggas yo we tag team hoes
when your crew get on the stage it's like a drag show
except ain't got no wigs or skits
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 hope that it one of them nerds
cuz the vests is better, ya heard?
had to offer you to with ya jaw week, shit for words
you probably if i'm crazy or not
there's only one way to out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you what a piece could do
i bleed in ya boo, make her offer you to breathe or move
i act wild i bang, nigga d's a fool
but if chick 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 will make the bride the groom
make jakes, cold stakes with a and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making niggas they tombs
and hop in with the to meet they doom
you gotta be the one who me to stop this kid
fuck with smoke that make a nigga's nostrils bleed
you better see me you got a doc cold in your palm
and a priest on your arm could leave you to God
i've been sick since the day i was
had to tranquilize me in my arms just for keeping me calm
that's why i a tolerance for the drugs
air packs and tips to your mug spill 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 a battery pac?
it would probably have to 10 times to hand my raps
nigga fuck it i ain't plannin a
my rhymes are so hot, i gotta put a fan in my book
that's why i spit like it's 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 with me is with a rope to your
and you wonder when imam 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 fuckin bury 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 hands off so you can't get a round of applause
i want a whip that could the ground
and if you old to the game, best believe setting you down
except it ain't gonna be a wife
it's gonna be with a
if i can't bust a (?) in a
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 a verse i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor
it'll burn 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 real, nigga you a fag who (?)
i a chick that will bag your spouse
get you in an hour or less
your vest
(?) big bites that devour flesh
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's better 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 12 gauge will do
can't do it, imam your boo
catch her night
spit game, that chick to beg for food
pitch you (?) something 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 blows till your face is blue
have your fam hating you
and to think, that's a nigga, pictures what an 8th could do