Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

The Grim Reaper's grim
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off sauvignon
The game sprays out of my 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 out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake comedy for my accident on purpose
to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the third don't even try it

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

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
to chalk
With the boom ping,
That make the Dre swing,
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the

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

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

Bitch, niggaz roll pigeons
So if you than brang it
And be the drama
It's WC and I ain't your

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

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

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought
Ditching your when live while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, it or keep stepping
Come on, feel the

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

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

Niggaz wanna me, I wish you would
bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam
Got so much heat I the Devil run for shade
This 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 trying to take these keys
A female in Burberry
Picking up money from the
fuck with Terry

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

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 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 niggaz bang

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

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