Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, happens when you combine
The darkness with the

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

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

Who be quick to put the or the gauge
To the gut of one of your niggas and it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the you're put in

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

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

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 can't one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

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

Better me alone 'cause I represent
The city known for killin'
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack
buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a pity

You ain't fuckin' it then put ya stash down
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 nigga too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
I can take all of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya bitch is a ho, she 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 was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin'
And this and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

Don't off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

I'll open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

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

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

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And jump 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 pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk