Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

(voice)
The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and 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 jingle cuz full of change
and sometimes broke make
father straight
but i got a better grip on
so i avoid being played like
an elf
bust a side her in the head
then watch all of yoke come
out his egg
im to stack the grips that
dont let me hit this
cuz if i hit this dick ima
me a
fuck it(inhale,cough), bang,

5 minutes the cops came
im up shop for the black

so if i aim at mark ass you a

told you i come, but i came

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

then i tell em to strip it
and nothing but the frame
then im sell my cousin the
thangs
cop a burn and it over like a

mo money mo money for black

on the market, yeah x4

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

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

i it murderin mothafuckas in the night
and deuced up to make his
mark underground
hooked up with market
now peep
gets deeper and deeper, the
doomstown grim and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Hung
we do yo ass in just for fun
15 in yo ass bitch
it and love 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 with doomsday
eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin my grip
you your ass dead in a graveyard
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin guts lowk
would ya
i vomit that teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead clit
i make ya sick but its that season so my 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
baby barbeque and guts and uh
dont me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and crooked teeth
i pulled that string out and straight couldnt work
it wouldnt work without sicc
so page a quick so i can serve you some of that shit
and have you your bitch violently
ive key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla
its infant killa
aint the mr doc D double O M
in hella
im gone, i need another dose of human meat
i lift the creed, and black death by the scene
as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo

we on the black yeahh x4

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