Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, happens when you combine
The darkness the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who it
Violence, yeah, that bullshit right up my
you right up the alley

With a gun to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' my family
I roll a gang of go getters
And ghouls and them gorillas

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your and pull it
The trigga aimed, deliver you
These rigorous bullets, it's so and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll give you the
And in an instant be whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or comin' off of this
You somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the to just motion forward
And get on some ho

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the y'all
You just kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone Capone

Better leave me 'cause I represent
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash
at the family you touched, uh
I'll up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, uh
You was shit nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a standin' too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

Y'all niggas play around, I wave around
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, don't to be said
red already got beef with the feds

Put three in ya head the street full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep, nigga dead

Why you on the block, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And Killa done her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the

Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and the crisis
Got the ammo and agility says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this
I can spit it for some who for represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the precision
That'll be fuckin' up all the
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

Don't take off ya vest, all my
Make you jump off the set and get
The prints of the Tech, off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck,

still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate rush

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the