Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really
Part 2, what happens you combine
The darkness with the

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

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

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

with niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and
That'll give you the
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of
So if you ever get the notion to just forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas remember that I got potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new perspective on who the y'all
You can't 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
you in the dome if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

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

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

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope y'all can bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
I can all of y'all

Y'all niggas play around, guns I around
Nigga better 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 or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red got beef with the feds

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

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

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

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have 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 adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body 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 turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

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

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

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

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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 ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
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 opposition kick up
And jump 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 to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the