Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

Yeah, I am more 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 fuckin' with my
I roll with a of go getters
And ghouls and them gorillas

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 you're put in

Fuckin' with niggas you
These and villains 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 somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the to just motion forward
And get on some ho

You niggas remember that I got potion
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the 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 run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the like Capone

leave me alone 'cause I represent
The city known for motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, 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?
up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to comin'
So I y'all 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, Tolor force me, me

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

Put three in ya head from the full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, fled
When ya 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 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 trigga pick up and
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline 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 ya body get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass 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 love the chick
The slut was a threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

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

Come and feel wit the balla 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 'em with 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 shit off ya

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck,

still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition 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 pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

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