Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

(voice)
The year is 1994. Market 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 jingle cuz they of change
and sometimes broke make
father straight
but i got a better on myself
so i avoid being played like
an elf
bust a 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
it(inhale,cough), bang bang,

5 minutes later the came
im settin up for the black

so if i aim at mark ass you a

told you that i come, but i

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

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

mo mo money for black market

on the black market, x4

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

it nothin 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 to make his
underground target
hooked up black market
now peep
shit gets and deeper, the
doomstown reaper and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
we do yo ass in good for fun
15 inches in yo ass
take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no
14 suns and moons somthin you can
that on the 15th my day for doom
buck em and fuck em with 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 guts
would ya
i vomit when teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy
i ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i dream of bloody pussy clits since i was 6
i fiend for dead on my dick
i got the skits i dont give a fuck about yo biatch
that nigga thats from the block killin up cock so nigga..shiat
baby barbeque ribs and and uh
dont make me get the fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out a dank and crooked teeth hurt
i pulled that tampax out and straight couldnt work
it work without that sicc
so a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit
and have you murderin your violently
ive been key for 20 and feel like killin on that nilla nilla
its infant killa
aint the mr doc D double O M
in heat
niggas im gone, i another 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 market yeahh x4

you let yo eyes upon my
and notice every and my strap
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 down to the
get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo
its kinda crazy you could lose all of these so quick
and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the of it, yeah!
never id be the one to have you back on my hand
back the fo-fo mag!
that life wont last
keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo to ya throat
dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass
no hope no joke im safe pain 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 yourself
now ya know
one more dead mothafucka on the street the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain with ideas with black market
death murder they suck