Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

With a gun fixin' to kill you 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 glock or the
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 trouble put in

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

'Cause it ain't no type of or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and 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 make you see how the fuck I
To me wanna run up in ya home
you in the dome if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

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

You ain't with it then 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?
up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

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

and I'm happy or where the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red already got beef the feds

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

Why you on the back block, in the crack spot
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 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 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 his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body 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 hit off the trunk

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and her
And Killa done her in love with the chick
The slut was a threw her bait, reeled 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 word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the

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

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em the technical precision
be fuckin' 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, 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 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 make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline 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 hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the 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)
Like when the 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