Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

Boogie funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV with a coat hanger
me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my accident 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 back to putting in
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
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 loose

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
to chalk
With the boom ping,
make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and clipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody her? I'm blasting
None of like Danskin
caskets chromed

Put my L.A. back 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 claiming than it
And be about the
It's WC and I your mama

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

make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks
for a spot launch that mini mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, pistol grip you

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

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

It ain't no bitch in this industry 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 spot lights on me, so me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always
But ya'll hoes couldn't with it if you masturbated

wanna test me, I wish you would
Lyrics more harder than 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 with T
Mess around and be on Unsolved Mysteries

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off trying to take these keys
A fely in Burberry
up money from the commissary
Don't with Terry

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 bang

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

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

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