Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

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

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

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

You remember that I got that potion
To your brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the y'all
You just can't kill one you bitch
You got to us all

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

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

You ain't fuckin' with it put ya stash down
Come at the 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 interior

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

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, need to be said
Code red already got beef with the

Put three in ya head from the street of lead
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya
Street when I creep 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 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 your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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

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

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

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

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, off the deck
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

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