Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

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

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

5 minutes later the came
im settin up shop for the

so if i aim at your ass you a

told you that i come, but i

though im bay still
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 it down
and nothing but the frame
then im sell my cousin the
thangs
cop a burn and turn it like a

mo money mo money for market

on the market, yeah x4

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

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

i love it murderin mothafuckas in the
and deuced up ready to his
mark target
hooked up with market
now this
shit gets and deeper, the
doomstown reaper and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
we do yo ass in just for fun
15 inches in yo ass
take it and love it but i talkin bout no dick
14 suns and moons you can assume
on the 15th marks my day for doom
buck em and fuck em doomsday productions
eat and trip if i catch you fuckin with my grip
you find your ass dead in a
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin baby lowk
ya choke
i vomit when that teflon that babys throat
me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit
i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is
im havin fits, i of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6
i fiend for dead on my dick
i got the skits meanin i dont give a fuck about yo
that nigga thats from the killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
baby barbeque and guts and uh
dont make me get the fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and teeth hurt
i pulled that string out and straight couldnt work
it wouldnt work that sicc
so page a quick so i can serve you some of that shit
and you murderin your bitch violently
ive been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on nilla nilla
its that infant
aint the bitch mr doc D O M
in hella
niggas im gone, i need another dose of meat
i the creed, and black market death by the scene
as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to you in yo sleep

we on the market yeahh x4

you let yo eyes my fo-fo
and notice every curve and my
as the tears down
flash of life as you 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, of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family
its crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
and whats worse, shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!
never id be the one to have you back on my hand
with the fo-fo mag!
that life wont last
listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke
no hope no joke im safe from all day
all im askin for mothafuckin grip in exchange
one to the in the throat, out the skull
from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release
now ya niggas
one more mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black
murder when they suck