Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

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

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 loose

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

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

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

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

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

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

make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, original bang hand
up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a launch that mini mat
And that's a hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

Nigga, pitiful, picture me back burner material
Never, off serial numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block live while you work
it ain't 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 this, real Gs
Critical thesis to break 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 flow 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 lights on me, so believe me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you

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

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

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

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

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