Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, what happens you combine
The darkness the light?

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

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

Who be quick to put the or the gauge
To the gut of one of niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
rigorous bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble 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 and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just motion
And get on some ho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with 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 means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and likeness
I can it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

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

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

still open up the trunk
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 when 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 trigga up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(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 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 turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk