Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

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 bullets, it's 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 give you the
And in an instant be dimishin'

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

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

can I say to make 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
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

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

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

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

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

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

Put three in ya from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six 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 adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump 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 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 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)
when 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 rhythm hit off the

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will to grill 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 Pokip's dick, the strip slick
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 wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and and this likeness
I can spit it for who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

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

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

still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the adrenaline rush

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