Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

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

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

Vaboom, he's 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

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

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill her? I'm
of them like Danskin
Closing caskets

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

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

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 bang loose

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

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

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

It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow me
Matter fact, it to many niggaz that can see me
For sure 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 come with it if you masturbated

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

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] trying to these keys
A female in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
Don't fuck with

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

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

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

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