Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, rivers like kitty liver
my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
With Funkadelic reteric for you
(The buffalo fake the street sweeper)

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

banga funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a hanger
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
comedy for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the person don't even try it

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

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

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

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill her? I'm
of them like Danskin
Closing chromed

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

Bitch, niggaz like pigeons
So if you claiming brang it
And be the drama
It's WC and I ain't your

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

make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, original hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks
Looking for a launch that mini mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, pistol grip you

Nigga, pitiful, picture me back burner material
Never, off serial numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your when live while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, cock it or stepping
Come on, the breeze

What, y'all know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, they need this, Gs
Critical thesis bound to break shit to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, giving to chickens and thugs

It ain't no bitch in industry that flow like me
fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me
For sure been none to loc for way too long
Now the lights on me, so believe me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't with it if you masturbated

wanna test me, I wish you would
Lyrics bang more than niggaz bang they hood
I come through unexpected the in Vietnam grenades
Got so much heat I the Devil run for shade
This ain't no nigga, so don't fuck with T
around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A female in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
fuck with Terry

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

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

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

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