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 feds you better put a to me
i want metal shit will turn your vest in debris
blow you away the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you lower 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 like a drag queen show
except yawl ain't got no wigs or
and front like you gangsta till you see a gun in your shirt
it only take a bullet to put one in the dirt
and you better that it miss one of them nerds
cuz the vests is better, ya heard?
had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, shit for
you wondering if i'm crazy or not
there's only one way to out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder a piece could do
i bust bleed in ya boo, make her you to breathe or move
i act wild i bang, nigga d's a fool
but if your chick see me, be leaving you
i take you to the strip and show you a g can do
i want burners so hot make you the room
want ice that make the bride leave the groom
make jakes, cold with a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making niggas they tombs
and hop in with the quickness to meet they
you gotta be the one who me to stop this kid
fuck with smoke that will make a nigga's 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 sick since the day i was born
doctors had to tranquilize me in my just for keeping me calm
that's why i build a for the drugs
air packs and hollow to your mug spill your brains on the rug
slice your wrists up just so i can play with blood
and like d (?) spill your in the tub
yo, does this mic a battery pac?
it would probably have to recharge 10 times to hand my
nigga fuck it i ain't a hook
my rhymes are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my
why i spit like it's fire in words
i gotta rhyme on a cordless mic or the wire would
mad nigga's chill without he best
yo the only way you can hang with me is with a rope to neck
and you probably wonder when stop
nigga i an't stop till the ak ain't able to drop
till blood aint able to spill
i got so many bodies on my the government made me a field
just so i could fuckin them all
i paid so many visits to the grave 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 believe imam you down
except it ain't gonna be a wife
gonna be with a knife
if i can't bust a (?) in a
i'm a little hungry man bro i'll you in the stomach
then put a key of coke in wounds to numb it
to a verse i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor
nigga it'll burn throat
give you pains that spaz you out
eat you from the so the doctors had to drag you out
gag em out
you real, nigga you a fag who (?)
i know a chick will bag your spouse
get you shot in an hour or
your vest
(?) big bites that devour flesh
i can see that a game 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 i an't got is more fame than you
but a 400 shot 12 gauge do
can't do it, imam page boo
catch her late
spit game, that chick to beg for food
pitch you (?) something that make ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that even half of what imam do
tie you up on the couch seal blows till face is blue
have whole fam hating you
and to think, that's a gram nigga, pictures an 8th could do