Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

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

i put my in my pocket
jingle cuz they full of change
and being broke make
father straight
but i got a better on myself
so i avoid being short like
an elf
bust a side bust her in the
then watch all of come runnin
out his egg
im tryin to the grips that
let me hit this dick
cuz if i hit this dick ima
me a
fuck it(inhale,cough), bang,

5 later the cops came
im settin up for the black

so if i aim at your ass you a

told you i come, but i came

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

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

mo money mo for black market

on the black market, x4

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

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

i love it murderin in the night
and deuced up ready to his
mark target
hooked up black market
now this
shit deeper and deeper, the
doomstown reaper and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
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 you can assume
that on the 15th marks my day for
buck em and fuck em doomsday productions
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 baby guts lowk
ya choke
i when that teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz dead pussy clit
i make ya sick but its that so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6
i fiend for pussy on my dick
i got the skits meanin i dont a fuck about yo biatch
that nigga thats the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
baby ribs and guts and uh
dont make me get the fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out a dank and crooked teeth hurt
i pulled that tampax string out and straight work
it work without that sicc
so page a nigga quick so i can serve you of that shit
and have you your bitch violently
ive been key for 20 minutes and like killin on that nilla nilla
its infant killa
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 death by the
as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to you in yo sleep

we on the black yeahh x4

you let yo eyes my fo-fo
and notice every curve and my
as the tears down
flash of life as you fade to
if that gat wasnt all up in yo
reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo
replaced, take it to the south
get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo
its kinda 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 the fo-fo mag!
that niggas wont last
keep listening i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke
no hope no joke im safe from all day
all im for your mothafuckin grip in exchange
one to the brain in the throat, out the
from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release
now ya know
one dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain sicc ideas with black market
death when they suck