Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and villains and
give 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 coffin of
So if you ever get the to just motion forward
And get on some ho

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

can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
To make me run up in ya home
you in the dome if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the like Capone

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

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

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better 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 all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red already got with the feds

Put three in ya from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, dead

Why you on the block, fightin' in the crack 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 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 rhythm hit off the

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

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

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
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

and feel wit the balla 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 represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm 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 beef, get the shit off ya chest

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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 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 hit off the trunk

(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 ya body get up and, uh

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