Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

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

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

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

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
to chalk
With the ping, ping
That the Dre swing, swing
and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger

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

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

Bitch, niggaz roll like
So if you claiming brang it
And be about the
It's WC and I your mama

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
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 launch that mini mat
And that's a hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

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

What, y'all know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, 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 this industry that flow me
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz can see me
For sure been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you

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

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A female fely in
Picking up money the commissary
Don't fuck with

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 niggaz 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 loose

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

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

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