Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

Who be quick to put the 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 trouble put in

with niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and
That'll you the business
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 motion
And get on ho shit

You niggas remember I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new perspective on who the realest
You just can't kill one you stupid
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 bustin' my up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

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

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

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

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

Put three in ya head from the full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
Street when I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, 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 pick up the pump to his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka 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 adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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 the motherfucka 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 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 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 word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
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
Make you off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, off the deck
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

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