Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

Boogie banga funked out stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat
me
(It's the [unverified] 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 to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

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

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

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

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

Bitch, niggaz like pigeons
So if you claiming brang 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
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

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

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

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

It ain't no in this industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz can see me
For sure I've none 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 come it if you masturbated

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

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these
A female in Burberry
up money from the commissary
Don't fuck Terry

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

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

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to your 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 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