Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

Boogie banga funked out panty
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a hanger
me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my done on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the third person don't try it

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

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

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a kill her? I'm blasting
None of like Danskin
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 that gun clap

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

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

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

Nigga, pitiful, picture me back burner material
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, it or keep 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 industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it to many niggaz that can see me
For sure 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, underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come it if you masturbated

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

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these
A fely in Burberry
Picking up money from the
Don't with Terry

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

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

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

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