Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

The Reaper's grim reaper
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 each track I rhyme on
You had tights on you had nylons on

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

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

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

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

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill I'm blasting
of them like Danskin
Closing chromed

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

Bitch, niggaz roll like
So if you claiming brang it
And be about the
It's WC and I ain't your

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

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

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me burner material
Never, scraped off serial and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block when while you work
'Cause it ain't no half
Either you riding or not, cock it or keep
Come on, feel the

What, y'all ain't know? I got a so cold
We all area 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 that flow me
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz can see me
For sure I've been none to loc for way too
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 test me, I wish you would
bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam
Got so heat I make the Devil run for shade
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 these
A fely in Burberry
Picking up money the commissary
Don't fuck with

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

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

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 bang loose

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