Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty
Take my finger out your putang you Funkadelic
With 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 mouth a can of Krylon
to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had on

Boogie banga out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception 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 and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

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

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
to chalk
With the ping, ping
That make the Dre swing,
Flipped and slipped and equipped the trigger

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

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

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

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

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

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

What, ain't know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to shit down 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 niggaz that can see me
For sure been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you

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

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] 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 and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

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

Vaboom, back 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 your neck and head
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

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