Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

Boogie banga funked out panty
enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
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 in the third person don't even try it

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

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
Ready to
With the ping, 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
caskets chromed

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

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

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

make way for the big bomber
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, pitiful, picture me back burner material
Never, scraped off numbers and brought [unverified]
your block when live while you work
'Cause it ain't no repping
you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping
Come on, the breeze

What, y'all ain't know? I got a so cold
We all area codes, they need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to shit down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, giving orders to chickens and

It ain't no bitch in industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to many that can see me
For sure I've been to loc for way too long
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't with it if you masturbated

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

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

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 niggaz bang

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

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 bang

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