Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like liver
Take my finger out your putang you smelly
With Funkadelic for you relics
(The fake the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim Reaper's grim
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off sauvignon
The sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing 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 coat
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake comedy for my accident on purpose
to set the fly one, down 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 make your and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz 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 niggaz bang

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
to chalk
With the boom ping,
That 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
Closing caskets

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

Bitch, niggaz like pigeons
So if you than brang it
And be the drama
It's WC and I ain't mama

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

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

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought
your block when live while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you or not, cock it or keep stepping
Come on, feel the

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

It ain't no bitch in industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz can see me
For sure I've been to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll hoes come with it if you masturbated

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

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

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

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 neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
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, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

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