Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

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

i put my in my pocket
jingle cuz they full of change
and sometimes broke make
your straight
but i got a better grip on
so i avoid being short like
an elf
a side bust her in the head
then watch all of yoke runnin
out his egg
im to stack the grips 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 settin up for the black

so if i aim at mark ass you a

told you i come, but i came

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

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

mo money mo for black market

on the market, yeah x4

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

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

i love it murderin in the night
and deuced up ready to his
underground target
hooked up black 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 marks my day for doom
em and fuck em with doomsday productions
eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin my grip
you find your ass dead in a
and ima on my way

if you see me chewin baby guts lowk
would ya
i vomit when that teflon that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead clit
i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is
im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits i was 6
i fiend for dead on my dick
i got the skits meanin i dont give a about yo biatch
that thats from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
barbeque ribs and guts and uh
dont make me get the deep fryin nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and teeth hurt
i pulled tampax string out and straight couldnt work
it wouldnt work without sicc
so page a nigga quick so i can serve you of that shit
and have you murderin bitch violently
ive been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla
its that killa
the bitch mr doc D double O M
in heat
im gone, i need another dose of human meat
i lift the creed, and market death by the scene
as that nigga nigga that 9 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 down
flash of as you fade to black
if gat wasnt all up in yo face
of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith
replaced, it down to the south
get deep, of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family
its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so
and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the of it, yeah!
never knew id be the one to have you back on my
with the fo-fo mag!
that niggas wont last
keep listening i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that nail in ya 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 brain in the throat, out the
the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself
now ya niggas
one more dead mothafucka on the street the Mr doc
straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
death when they suck