Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
anybody kill her? I'm blasting
None of like Danskin
Closing caskets

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

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

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 bang loose

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

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

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

It ain't no 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 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 you would
Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang hood
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam
Got so much heat I make the run for shade
This no game nigga, so don't fuck with T
Mess around and be headlining on Mysteries

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these
A female in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
fuck with Terry

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

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

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