Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla 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 the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim grim reaper
I'm a Don like Juan, off that sauvignon
The game out of my mouth 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 funked out panty
Ghetto to get TV reception with a coat hanger
me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my accident done on
About to set the fly one, down the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the third don't even try it

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

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

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
Ready to
the boom ping, ping
That the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and and clipped equipped the trigger

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

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

Bitch, roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than it
And be the drama
It's WC and I ain't mama

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

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all night rider, bang hand glider
up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch that mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

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

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

It ain't no bitch in industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to niggaz that can see me
For sure I've none to loc for way too long
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll couldn't come with it if you masturbated

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
ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck with T
Mess around and be 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
Don't fuck Terry

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 loose

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

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

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

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