Luyện nghe bài hát Activity As Phuctivity

it out
This is my shit fo
Its gunna be off tha
this out
The Kon nigga

Artist]
The Kon Artist liar
Lie to your and moms
em Im a good kid
Catholic
Knowin i to public school
And and got blazed
Even weed i got a whole two
And that I did do it
cars Ive been through it
Done
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like run that
Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my mat
Nasty nigga, ya beleive that im a classy nigga
But im far from that average joe that you
Use for sheilds at shoot outs
i started, cold hearted
Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my neck
Infectionist, poisonus bug we all
Showed your daddy 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 your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and inside of a bag
fans been had, bamboozle, run em up
But you credibility the miniute _ and up

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

Sicker the
a cannon with a focus
Thats all the players and the coaches
you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and get served the situation,
Wrote this, jot it down 'cause wrote this
The wild animal colprut
Ferocious,
walkin behind you with a dosage
Of tales that be stompin small soldiers
The grim dipped in all black like folgers
Packing four heaters and five holsters
Suppose if i was to let you put up all your
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 once you dumb _ a blunt
be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _
Get ass kicked quicker then punts
Im of you punks
it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest it connect
Creepin like insects and ridin ten techs

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

Im a brand guy
Who loves to stay
Got a ten inch and the gun the same size
A bitch bitch
Whos thick with grey
Who loves to suck and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk drunken thug
Too fucken numb to the buzz
Yall know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no
time, bitch, Im goin all out
Whippin the out
get the dough out
Im crime, sick individual
Ask my in middle school
If you walk my way home robbed is like a ritual
giant, tyrant who lies _
Just to get you to do what I
And you will
Sit you still, tie you up
to ill
And destroy you face, Im with some that u can feel

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

Heard enough to make a glad bust
Add my magnum beef I had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe
To be as live as me em quiet like a library
My rhymes are tight
And not
You the mic suckable
Without pox, untouchable
my _ aint to be tested
Ill test the globe and rip through domestic
warrior to rap to win
Knock the _, and the chin of the aggresor
Thinkin that fresher
Wanted holdin down the one sided contest
That explosive nigga
The fans wear a bomb
Style be a
A pimp to mant with clips
Fuck _ kicks and being skinny zits
Im the shhhhh, _
Like cane in a pot
I its best you act right
Ill confirm your death, left the _
is blowin up like the fourth _
I far well to my granny
I push her down the stairwell
And im sendin her mail
get well you old hag
Ill the pain like a blow fag
Staplin one his gonads to his
jumping jacks
Once we put you down their aint no comin back
that

Its the big guy, to get on you
I'll be glad to shit on you
Come against my and see who gets destroyed
I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz
Shady ass niggas wether drunk or
Bizarre that was demo you just recorded over
I give a dam bitch Im just to ill
Gimme ten y'all run across the Lambo Field
Like bitches _ , _ _, of the illest line know
And I bet you i already it
Just it, 'cause you niggas pathetic
Pop shit, yall go and get it
Beat your ass ya with this fuckin mic cord
the sword, I quote my raps in billboard
Suck my dick while I like its funny
And drive off she yell
"Where's my money"

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