Luyện nghe bài hát 619 Hoodlumz

61 to the 9 the city of
Got motherfuckers running at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your
Mad 'cause a youngster got a on the game
What a you ain't the gangster that you claim to be
If you're really why the fuck you wanna hate on me
Low Pro what? I'm a gangster
Amici Krazy motherfucker, quick to bank you
And you with the ice pick
this fat motherfucker claims to have a whole album off my old shit
It's cold shit, but homey it
I'ma let this poor fat fuck a ducket
So don't get it twisted that he owns something
Shadow Presents The Mayhem cost me nothing
All I wanted was a bit of weed money
That a key money, then you wanna talk funny

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From the youngest to the
to the coldest
From the rugged to the
I'm the sickest and you this
I make a motherfucker fold when I this shit at you

You say you're this, you say you got that
Then homey cock your and show me where your heart at
spark that blunt and let these motherfuckers know
We can a gun fight or we could go toe to toe
No furies pumped in this young
San rider, shit's getting tighter
step aside, it's between me and him
Anybody wanna trip it's us against them
the way men handle it, can you hang
I put in work real soldiers, faggot you like to phone bang
You know the name, Mr. Shadow all up in
nosey trick you need to mind your own business
I got your at the top of the list
For a bitch and running your lips like it ain't shit
You get hit in the ribs with the
Fool you a G, in the streets you get no love

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Already let the world about the acting, yapping
Now I gotta about your rapping
You say that Worldwide, Coast to Coast
I'm still the same and requested the most
You serve one day and post bail, scared of a
'cause you know that they'll get you for the stories you
How you're riding in them low-lows, hanging out cholos
Banging puffing when really you're rolling solo
a lot of shit but you never do nothing
Bitch you gotta have a loaded clip to start
Got your heart pumping, skipping a
You motherfucker you ain't fucking with me
I stay heated, weeded, not guilty's what I
You call the comp and album 'cause my is what you needed
So be it, but you need to quit
Stop talking out your neck on the woofing shit

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