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 you smelly Funkadelic
With reteric for you relics
(The buffalo the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim Reaper's reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that
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 like you had 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 done on
About to set the fly one, with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the person don't even try it

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

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 bang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It no bitch in this industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to niggaz that can see me
For I've been 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 come it if you masturbated

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

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

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

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

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