Luyện nghe bài hát 619 Hoodlumz

61 to the 9 the city of
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana
So don't try using my name for fame
Mad a youngster got a lock on the game
What a shame you ain't the gangster you claim to be
If you're really balling why the fuck you hate on me
Low Pro what? Homey I'm a
Amici Park motherfucker, quick to bank you
And shank you the ice pick
'cause this fat motherfucker claims to have a album off my old shit
It's shit, but homey fuck it
I'ma let poor fat fuck make a ducket
So don't get it thinking that he owns something
Shadow Presents The Mayhem Clique cost me
All I wanted was a little bit of money
That a key money, then you wanna talk funny

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From the to the oldest
Hottest to the
From the rugged to the
I'm the sickest and you this
I make a motherfucker fold when I throw shit at you

You say that you're this, you say you got
Then homey cock your strap and show me your heart at
spark that blunt and let these motherfuckers know
We can have a gun fight or we go toe to toe
No pumped in this young Southsider
San Diego rider, shit's tighter
Fool step aside, it's me and him
Anybody wanna trip it's us against them
That's the way men handle it, can you
I put in with real soldiers, faggot you like to phone bang
You know the name, Mr. Shadow all up in
Been nosey you need to mind your own business
I got your at the top of the list
For being a bitch and running your 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 talk about rapping
You say you're Worldwide, Coast to Coast
Fool I'm the same and requested the most
You serve one day and post bail, of a cell
'cause you know they'll get you for the stories you tell
How you're riding in low-lows, hanging out with cholos
Banging puffing dodo when really you're solo
Talk a lot of shit but you never do
Bitch you gotta have a loaded clip to start
Got heart pumping, skipping a beat
You diabetic motherfucker you ain't with me
I stay heated, weeded, not guilty's I pleaded
You call the comp and album 'cause my is what you needed
So be it, but fool you to quit
talking out your neck on the phone woofing shit

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