Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

(voice)
The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground.
the fury.

i put my in my pocket
they jingle cuz they of change
and sometimes being broke
your father
but i got a grip on myself
so i avoid being played like
an elf
a side bust her in the head
then all of yoke come runnin
out his egg
im tryin to stack the that
dont let me hit this
cuz if i hit this ima shoot
me a
fuck it(inhale,cough), bang,

5 later the cops came
im settin up shop for the

so if i aim at mark ass you a

told you i come, but i came

though im bay still
the niggas brains
if you gotta go we go i like
the 6'4
im pullin GTA's it yours no

then i tell em to strip it
and leave nothing but the
then im gon' my cousin the
gold
cop a and turn it over like a

mo money mo money for market

on the black market, x4

creepin, move swiftness in
the
there aint no stoppin once a

it nothin new,up under the
sun for days and
under the moon is where i was
and
and doomed for life, nigga aint no

i love it murderin mothafuckas in the
and deuced up to make his
mark target
hooked up with market
now peep
shit gets and deeper, the
grim reaper and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Hung
we do yo ass in good for fun
15 in yo ass bitch
take it and love it but i aint bout no dick
14 suns and moons somthin you can
that on the 15th marks my day for
buck em and fuck em with doomsday
eat clips and trip if i catch you with my grip
you your ass dead in a graveyard
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin baby lowk
ya choke
i vomit when that teflon that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin pussy clit
i make ya sick but its that so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i dream of eatin pussy clits since i was 6
i for dead pussy on my dick
i got the skits meanin i dont give a fuck about yo
that nigga thats from the killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
baby barbeque and guts and uh
dont make me get the fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and crooked teeth
i pulled that tampax string out and straight couldnt
it wouldnt work without that
so page a nigga quick so i can serve you of that shit
and have you murderin your violently
ive been key for 20 minutes and like killin on that nilla nilla
its that infant
the bitch mr doc D double O M
in heat
niggas im gone, i need another of human meat
i lift the creed, and market death by the scene
as nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the black market x4

you let yo eyes upon my
and notice every and my strap
as the tears roll
flash of life as you fade to
if gat wasnt all up in yo face
of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith
replaced, take it to the south
get deep, of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family
its crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
and whats worse, shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!
never knew id be the one to you back on my hand
back with the mag!
that niggas life last
keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya
dig that nail in ya neck ya bitch ass choke
no hope no joke im safe pain all day
all im for your mothafuckin grip in exchange
one to the in the throat, out the skull
from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release
now ya know
one more dead on the street from the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain with ideas with black market
death murder when they