Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

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

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 loose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, your pitiful, me back burner material
Never, scraped off numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block when live 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 codes, they need this, real Gs
Critical bound to break shit down to quarter pieces
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 many niggaz can see me
For sure I've been 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 with it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna me, I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam
Got so heat I make the Devil run for shade
ain't no game 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 take keys
A female fely in
up money from the commissary
Don't with Terry

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

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

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