Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty
Take my out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
Funkadelic reteric for you relics
(The buffalo fake the nigga sweeper)

The Reaper's grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that
The game sprays out of my like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm each track I rhyme on
You had tights on you had nylons on

Boogie banga funked out stainer
enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my accident on purpose
to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the person don't even try it

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
Ready to
the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing,
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody her? I'm blasting
None of them like
Closing caskets

Put my L.A. throat on
It's on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather, in
with the vengeance
And when I make that gun

Bitch, roll like pigeons
So if you than brang it
And be the drama
It's WC and I your mama

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all night rider, bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks
Looking for a spot that mini mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, pistol whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, me back burner material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and [unverified]
Ditching your block when while you work
'Cause it ain't no half
Either you riding or not, cock it or keep
on, feel the breeze

What, ain't know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, they this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break shit down to pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, giving orders to chickens and

It no bitch in this industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to niggaz that can see me
For I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always
But hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you
Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang hood
I come unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so heat I make the Devil run for shade
This ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck T
Mess around and be headlining on Mysteries

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A female in Burberry
up money from the commissary
Don't fuck with

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, T
on, swang on