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 that turn your vest in debris
blow you away the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you lower than the
so niggas is benched
it's a man with no legs i can't stand it
yawl cats is pussy might as well with a wig
get your self some d and try to change to ya fig
i run trains with my niggas yo we tag team
when your get on the stage it's like a drag queen show
except yawl ain't got no or skits
and yawl front like you gangsta till you see a gun in shirt
it only take a bullet to put one in the dirt
and you hope that it miss one of them nerds
cuz the vests is better, ya heard?
had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, for words
you probably if i'm crazy or not
only one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder a piece could do
i bust bleed in ya boo, make her offer you to or move
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 burners so hot make you heat the
want ice that make the bride leave the groom
make jakes, cold stakes a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making niggas heat they
and hop in with the to meet they doom
you be the one who made me to stop this kid
fuck with that will make a nigga's nostrils bleed
you better see me you got a doc cold in your palm
and a priest on your arm that leave you to God
been sick since the day i was born
doctors had to tranquilize me in my arms for keeping me calm
that's why i a tolerance for the drugs
air and hollow tips to your mug spill your brains on the rug
slice your wrists up just so i can with your blood
and d (?) spill your face in the tub
yo, does this mic a battery pac?
it would probably have to recharge 10 times to hand my
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 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
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 fuckin bury 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 that could level the ground
and if you old to the game, believe imam setting you down
except it ain't be with a wife
it's 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 your wounds to it
to spit a verse i wrote it's like a grope of hard
it'll burn your throat
give you pains 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 know a chick that will bag spouse
get you in an hour or less
your vest
(?) big bites that devour your
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's better more than you
more clicks, more than you
more real, ill, more will, more brains than you
the only thing i an't got is more than you
but a 400 shot 12 will do
can't do it, imam page 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 even half of what imam do
tie you up on the couch seal till your face is blue
your whole fam hating you
and to think, that's a nigga, pictures what an 8th could do