Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty
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 each I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had on

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

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 to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head 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,
make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and equipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill her? I'm
None of them Danskin
Closing caskets

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

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

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

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

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

What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so
We freeze all area codes, they 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 bitch in this industry that like me
Matter fact, it to many niggaz that can see me
For I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the lights on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always
But ya'll hoes couldn't with it if you masturbated

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

I got warrants for my by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] trying to take keys
A female fely in
Picking up money the commissary
fuck with Terry

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

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

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

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