Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

The Grim Reaper's grim
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 on like you had nylons on

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

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

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

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
to chalk
With the boom ping,
make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and equipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill I'm blasting
None of them like
Closing chromed

Put my L.A. back on
It's back on and getting
In my ride with the feather, in linen
Strolling with the
And I make that gun clap

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

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

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

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

What, y'all ain't I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break shit to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the under the Dub
Swanging, orders to chickens and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this industry that like me
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz 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 ya'll hoes couldn't come it if you masturbated

wanna test me, I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than bang they hood
I come through like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so heat I make the Devil run for shade
This no game 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 fely in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
Don't fuck with

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

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

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