Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

The Reaper's grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm 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
About to set the fly one, down with the Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the third person even try it

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 bang loose

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 bang loose

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
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 anybody kill I'm blasting
None of them Danskin
caskets chromed

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

Bitch, niggaz roll like
So if you claiming than it
And be the drama
WC and I ain't your 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 bang

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

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me burner material
Never, scraped off numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block live while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, cock it or stepping
Come on, the breeze

What, ain't know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all codes, they 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
fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me
For sure I've 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 come through unexpected the in Vietnam grenades
Got so heat I make 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 these
A fely in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
Don't with Terry

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

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

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 niggaz bang

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