Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and villains and
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

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

You niggas remember that I got potion
To bore your in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest 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 wanna run up in ya
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

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

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash
at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya even if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' shit nigga,
up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail

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

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

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

Put in ya head from the street full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper 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 adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And jump 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 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 make his chest kick up
And jump 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 is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in with the chick
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 to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with the bitch

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

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

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 makin' duck, knowin'

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

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the 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 up the pump to make 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 opposition chest 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 kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk