Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

With a gun to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one with my family
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 your and pull it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
in vengance and see the trouble you're put in

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and and hoodlums
give 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 get the notion to just motion forward
And get on some ho

You remember that I got that potion
To bore your 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

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga better 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 or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
street, don't need to be said
Code red already got with the feds

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

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka 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 rhythm hit off the

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

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

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

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

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

(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 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 up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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 the motherfucka 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