Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really
Part 2, what happens you combine
The darkness with the

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

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

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

with niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an instant be dimishin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and in a coffin of shit
So if you get the notion to just 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 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 'cause I represent
The city known for motherfuckas
Makin' plenty and layin' mack down
Came buckin', spittin' gritty competition, what a pity

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya down
Come at the you touched, uh
shoot up ya V-12 even if you with 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 up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
I can all of y'all

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

Sawed-off and I'm happy or where the be
Put it right all for
Cross street, don't to be said
red already got beef with the feds

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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 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

(It's your 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 when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love 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 to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with the bitch

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
kill 'em with the technical 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
Make you jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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 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 hit off the trunk