Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

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

i put my hands in my
they cuz they full of change
and sometimes broke make
father straight
but i got a grip on myself
so i avoid played short like
an elf
bust a bust her in the head
then watch all of yoke come
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 up shop for the black

so if i aim at your ass you a

told you that i come, but i

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

then i tell em to strip it
and leave but the frame
im gon' sell my cousin the
gold
cop a and turn it over like a

mo money mo money for black

on the market, yeah x4

creepin, with swiftness in
the
there aint no stoppin a nigga

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

i love it murderin in the night
and up ready to make his
mark underground
hooked up black market
now peep
shit gets and deeper, the
doomstown grim and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
we do yo ass in good for fun
15 in yo ass bitch
take it and it but i aint talkin bout no dick
14 suns and somthin you can assume
on the 15th marks my day for doom
buck em and fuck em doomsday productions
eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin my grip
you find ass dead in a graveyard
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin baby lowk
ya choke
i vomit that teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u cuz eatin dead pussy clit
i make ya but its that season so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody clits since i was 6
i fiend for dead on my dick
i got the skits meanin i dont a fuck about yo biatch
that nigga from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
barbeque ribs and guts and uh
dont make me get the fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and crooked hurt
i pulled that tampax string out and straight work
it wouldnt work that sicc
so page a nigga quick so i can you some of that shit
and have you your bitch 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 dose of human meat
i lift the creed, and black market by the scene
as that nigga nigga that 9 to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the black market x4

you let yo upon my fo-fo
and notice curve and my strap
as the roll down
of life as you fade to black
if that gat wasnt all up in yo
of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith
replaced, take it down to the
get deep, think of at yo funeral broken, all of yo family
its kinda crazy you could lose all of things so quick
and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the of it, yeah!
never knew id be the one to you back on my hand
with the fo-fo mag!
that niggas life last
listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that nail in ya neck ya bitch ass choke
no hope no im safe from pain all day
all im askin for your grip in exchange
one to the brain in the throat, out the
from the big chrome gat, cat release yourself
now ya niggas
one more dead mothafucka on the from the Mr doc
straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
death murder they suck