Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
Part 2, happens when you combine
The darkness with the

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

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

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

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

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' off of this
You somersaulted 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 your brain in a bag and you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to you see how the fuck I feel
To me wanna run up in ya home
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 and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista gritty competition, what a pity

You ain't with it then put ya stash down
Come at the you touched, uh
shoot 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 standin' too tall to comin'
So I hope can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't 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 open up the
Guns we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the adrenaline rush

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have 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 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

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