Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, what happens when you
The with 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 fuckin' my family
I roll with a of go getters
And them ghouls and gorillas

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of niggas 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 you shouldn't
menaces and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

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

You remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and 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 you see how the fuck I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

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

You fuckin' with it then 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 and ya new interior detail

And a standin' too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the all the wall
Sacrifice my body 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, Tolor 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 got beef with the feds

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

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 pump to make his opposition 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 turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
Like when the 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 adrenaline rush)
when 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 rhythm hit off the

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in with the chick
The slut was a fish 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 bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means before
And this livin' and and this likeness
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 'em with the technical precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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 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 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 when you lit up the gun
To make ya 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 bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the