Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenline Rush

Get the out motherfucker...

1
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, hit the fucking floor,
Lucky make it to the door,
Cause when I spit on mic's I raw,
Which confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
get a whiling,
When my words echo's the room like, Get your out my pocket,
You suck when my topics rockin,
I'm banned from clubs my toxic tonsils,
Loud like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the in your way who's bouncing,
You old christ get their yak's pronouncin...

Get live when I speak motherfucker,
Out seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street
Tear this bitch up till you bleed
I give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G
Adrenaline rush before you leave

2

When I I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in roll out with heaters,
I'm just an eating the game,
monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, been a hoe though,
Keep yak's vocal cats act loco,
you at when I'm moving the crowd,
You get trampled, mashed on style,
Up out your seats, out the E's,
Off the the crowd overpleased,
Where my at smoking them tree's,
Off the cognac, finger the ski's,
That's how it is you party with me,
You don't like it, you L-7 like a beat...

3
Yo, yo, I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,
To nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie the misfit,
Douse'in the crowd piss and voul's,
We motherfucker fix your frown's,
I beat the with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never this deep before,
So throw up hands and peep out your man's
I come through next quarter trust it in you's,
And trust I'm it,
i cook up that hot shit like Ainsley
why I'm so miraculous,
And hope to get you pumped up,
I see you next I see him chump,
That's right, you go through obie fucked up,
on knees drop for these...