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 you better put a weapon to me
i want metal shit will turn your vest in debris
blow you like the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you lower the titanic
so many is benched
like a man with no legs i can't stand it
yawl cats is pussy might as well with a wig
get your self d cups and try to change to ya fig
i run trains with my niggas yo we tag team
when your crew get on the stage it's like a drag queen
except yawl got no wigs or skits
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 hope that it miss one of nerds
cuz the is getting better, ya heard?
had to offer you to speak ya jaw week, shit for words
you probably wondering if i'm or not
there's one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder what a piece 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 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 the quickness to meet they doom
you gotta be the one who made me to this kid
fuck with smoke that make a nigga's nostrils bleed
you better see me when you got a doc cold in palm
and a priest on your arm that could you to God
i've been since the day i was born
doctors had to tranquilize me in my arms just for keeping me
why i build a tolerance for the drugs
air packs and hollow to your mug spill your brains on the rug
your wrists up just so i can play with your blood
and d (?) spill your face 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 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 would burn
mad nigga's wanna without he best
yo the only way you can hang me is with a rope to your neck
and you probably when imam stop
nigga i an't gonna stop till the ak able to drop
till your blood aint to spill
i got so bodies on my waste the government made me a field
just so i could fuckin bury all
i paid so many visits to the grave i had to mary the morgue
did you hear? had to 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 imam setting you
except it ain't gonna be with a
it's gonna be with a
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 in your wounds to numb it
to spit a i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor
nigga it'll burn throat
give you stomach pains that you out
eat you from the inside so the doctors had to you out
gag em out
you ain't real, you a fag who (?)
i know a chick that will bag spouse
get you shot in an hour or
shower your
(?) big bites devour your flesh
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't play with a nigga that's better more than you
more clicks, more frames you
more real, more ill, will, more brains than you
the thing i an't got is more fame than you
but a 400 shot 12 gauge do
can't do it, page your boo
catch her night
spit game, tell that to beg for food
pitch you (?) something that won't ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that ain't half of what imam do
tie you up on the couch seal blows your face is blue
your whole fam hating you
and to think, a gram nigga, pictures what an 8th could do