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
hell that's inside 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 gang of go
And them and them gorillas

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

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

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or 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 remember I got that potion
To your brain in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest y'all
You can't kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

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

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

You fuckin' with it then put ya stash down
at the family you touched, uh
I'll 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 standin' too tall to fall comin'
So I hope can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
I can take all of

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave
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 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 in ya head from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga
ya sleep sleep, nigga dead

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

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the 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)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the pick up and dump
So the bass 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 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 up the pump to make the trigga pick 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 Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love with the
The slut was a fish her bait, reeled her in and gutted 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 buildings with concussion the bitch

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

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it 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 of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

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

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