Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an instant be dimishin'

'Cause it ain't no type of 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 ho shit

You remember that I got that potion
To bore your 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

What can I say to make you see how the 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 I represent
The known for killin' motherfuckas
plenty money and layin' 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 even if you ya female, uh
You was shit nigga, wassup?
up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail

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

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

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

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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 your rush)
when the motherfucka 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 the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition 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 up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk