Luyện nghe bài hát Activity As Phuctivity

it out
This is my shit fo
Its be off tha hook
Peep out
The Kon nigga

Artist]
The Kon Artist liar
Lie to your and moms
Tell em Im a kid
Catholic
i went to public school
And and got blazed
Even when i got a whole two
And bitch I did do it
Steal Ive been through it
that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like run that
Bum cat, and bone hood rats till bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, ya beleive that im a classy nigga
But im far from that joe that you know
Use people for sheilds at outs
That i started, hearted
reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin
Infectionist, poisonus bug we all
Showed your love or slugs
Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt die
We still him
Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they
Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and
Jabbed and dragged and inside of a bag
Your fans had, bamboozle, run em up
But you credibility the miniute _ and up

So that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties
Fuck all the niggas that dont represent our
JLB they dont play none of my shit
Fuck all them niggas be suckin our dicks

Sicker the
Pack a cannon with a
killin all the players and the coaches
Embarrass you in front of company dirty roaches
Approach this and get the situation, hopeless
Wrote this, jot it 'cause Kuniva wrote this
The animal rhyme colprut
Ferocious,
walkin behind you with a dosage
Of teffifyin tales be stompin small soldiers
The grim reaper dipped in all black folgers
four heaters and carrying five holsters
Suppose if i was to let you put up all posters
Let think you was the dopest
I'd rather strike you quicker the cobra
Box you up and ya
Take you underwater and hold you its over
I told you you dumb _ with a blunt
That be pullin off the dope selllin tha _
Get your ass kicked quicker then
Im sick of you
it back now Im upset
Yo' next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest it connect
Creepin insects and ridin with ten techs

Ahh fuck any D.J that play Bizarre's shit
your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick
Fuck that nigga that talk shit to my
all yall niggas who say I dont like you

Im a named guy
Who to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the size
A named bitch
thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you it was?
Gettin with drunken thug
Too fucken numb to the buzz
niggas know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no
This time, bitch, Im all out
the four out
Like get the out
Im miss crime, individual
Ask my in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a
Lyrical giant, who lies _
Just to get you to do what I
And bitch you
Sit you still, tie you up
to ill
And destroy you face, Im with shit that u can feel

Fuck all niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
Fuckin your new wife in your new bed
Fuck your chicken head she suck anyway
anybody who say crime dont pay

Heard enough garbage to make a glad
Add just my beef I had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in camp tribe rivulry
To be as live as me em quiet like a library
My are virgin tight
And not
You find the mic
chicked pox, untouchable
Peep my _ aint to be
Ill test the globe and rip your domestic
Majestic to rap to win
Knock the _, and the chin of the aggresor
Thinkin that fresher
Wanted conquest down the one sided contest
That explosive nigga
The fans a bomb vest
be a eliquit
A fellow to mant with clips
Fuck _ kicks and skinny with zits
Im the shhhhh, _
Like in a crack pot
I its best you act right
Ill confirm your death, the morgue _
D-12 is up like the fourth _
I whisper far well to my
Till I her down the stairwell
And im sendin her care
get well you old hag
Ill bring the pain like a fag
one his gonads to his sock
Doin jacks
Once we put you down bitch their no comin back
that

Its the big guy, to get on you
Battle? I'll be glad to on you
Come my crew and see who gets destroyed
Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my
Shady ass wether drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded
I give a dam bitch Im just to ill
ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field
Like _ , _ _, think of the illest line know
And I bet you i said it
Just forget it, 'cause you niggas
Pop shit, niggas go and get it
Beat ass hang ya with this fuckin mic cord
Fuck the sword, I my raps in billboard
my dick while I laugh like its funny
And drive off while she
"Where's my money"

Fuck any body who beef with
Fuck all momma their pussy's smell
Fuck anybody that bring tha beef
all yall hoes that say my feet stick
Fuck them niggas that dont us radio play
Fuck takin a bath i dont wash
anybody tryin to be on our team
Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass
Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not 'cause they cant rock the fucken
Fuck all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and singing the blues
anybody tryin to kiss our ass
Fuck all yall who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them niggas who aint no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me their honey
all the girls who aint givin up the sex
Fuck all you niggas and im askin next
Fuck anybody wanna battle my
Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, you
Fuck anybody wanna get down _
Fuck all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my
Fuck you
Fuck daddy
your gramma
Fuck his
your people
Fuck
his girlfriend
Fuck John
Fuck the
_
Fuck New
Detriot
Fuck New
California