Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who it
Violence, yeah, that bullshit up my alley
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 gorillas

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

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an instant be dimishin'

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

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

What can I say to you see how the fuck I feel
To me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

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

You ain't fuckin' it then 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 talkin' shit nigga,
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope y'all can crawl up the vest 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, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or the crack be
Put it right all for
street, don't 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 when I creep creep, fled
When ya sleep sleep, nigga

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

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

(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)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make the pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

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

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

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

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit 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 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 of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck,

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

(It's your 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 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

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