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 better put a to me
i want metal shit that turn your vest in debris
you away like the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you than the titanic
so many niggas is
it's like a man with no legs i stand it
yawl cats is pussy might as 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 queen show
except yawl got no wigs or skits
and yawl front like you gangsta till you see a gun in shirt
it only take a bullet shot to put one in the
and you hope that it miss one of them nerds
cuz the vests is getting better, ya
had to you to speak with ya jaw week, shit for words
you probably if i'm crazy or not
there's one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder what a could 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 chick see me, be leaving you
i take you to the and show you what a g can do
i want burners so hot make you heat the
want ice that will make the bride leave the
make jakes, cold stakes a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making niggas they tombs
and hop in with the quickness to they doom
you be the one who made me to stop this kid
fuck with smoke that will 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 sick since the day i was born
doctors had to me in my arms just for keeping me calm
that's why i build a for the drugs
air packs and hollow tips to your mug spill brains on the rug
slice your wrists up so i can play with your blood
and like d (?) your face in the tub
yo, does this mic have a battery
it would have to recharge 10 times to hand 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 in words
i gotta rhyme on a cordless mic or the would burn
mad nigga's wanna chill without he
yo the way you can hang with me is with a rope to your neck
and you wonder when imam stop
nigga i an't gonna till the ak ain't able to drop
till your blood aint to spill
i got so many on my waste the government made me a field
so i could fuckin bury them all
i paid so many to the grave that 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 of applause
i want a whip that level the ground
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 little man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach
then put a key of coke in wounds to numb it
to spit a verse i wrote it's a grope of hard liquor
nigga it'll burn throat
give you stomach 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 that will bag your spouse
get you in an hour or less
shower your
(?) big bites that devour your
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's better more flame 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 12 gauge will do
can't do it, imam page boo
catch her night
spit game, that chick to beg for food
pitch you (?) something that won't ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that even half of what imam 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, pictures an 8th could do