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 cuz they full of change
and being broke make
your father
but i got a grip on myself
so i avoid being played like
an elf
bust a bust her in the head
watch 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 minutes later the cops
im up shop for the black

so if i aim at your ass you a

told you i come, but i came

though im bay killas
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 it down
and leave but the frame
then im gon' sell my the
gold
cop a burn and it over like a

mo mo money for black market

on the market, yeah x4

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

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

i love it murderin in the night
and up ready to make his
mark target
hooked up with black
now this
shit gets and deeper, the
grim reaper 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 and moons somthin you can assume
that on the 15th marks my day for
em and fuck em with doomsday productions
eat clips and trip if i catch you with my grip
you find your ass dead in a
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin baby guts
ya choke
i vomit when teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit
i ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy 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 thats from the block up that cock so nigga..shiat
baby barbeque ribs and and uh
dont me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and teeth hurt
i pulled that tampax string out and couldnt work
it wouldnt work that sicc
so page a nigga so i can serve you some of that shit
and have you murderin your violently
ive key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla
its that infant
aint the bitch mr doc D O M
in heat
niggas im gone, i need another of human meat
i lift the creed, and black market death by the
as that nigga nigga 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the market yeahh x4

you let yo eyes upon my
and notice every curve and my
as the tears roll
flash of life as you to black
if that gat wasnt all up in yo
reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo
replaced, it down to the south
get deep, think of moms at yo broken, all of yo family
its kinda crazy you could 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 while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke
no hope no im safe from 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 mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain with sicc with black market
death murder they suck