Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

The Grim grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that
The game out of my mouth like a can of Krylon
to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had on

Boogie banga funked out panty
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a hanger
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one, down the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the third person 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 niggaz bang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought
Ditching your block when live while you
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, cock it or stepping
on, feel the breeze

What, y'all know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, need 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 ain't no bitch in this industry that like me
Matter fact, it to many niggaz that 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 funny the way I'm hated, underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come it if you masturbated

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

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off trying to take these keys
A fely in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
Don't fuck Terry

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

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

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

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