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 being make
your father
but i got a better grip on
so i being played short like
an elf
bust a bust her in the head
then watch all of yoke come
out his egg
im tryin to the grips that
dont let me hit dick
cuz if i hit this dick ima
me a
fuck it(inhale,cough), bang,

5 minutes the cops came
im up shop for the black

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 GTA's it aint yours no

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

mo money mo for black market

on the black market, x4

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

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

i love it murderin in the night
and deuced up ready to his
mark target
hooked up black market
now peep
gets deeper and deeper, the
doomstown grim and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
we do yo ass in just for fun
15 in yo ass bitch
take it and it but i aint talkin bout no dick
14 and moons somthin you can assume
on the 15th marks my day for doom
buck em and em with doomsday productions
eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin with my
you find ass dead in a graveyard
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 pussy clit
i make ya but its that season so my reason is legit
im fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6
i fiend for dead pussy on my
i got the skits meanin i dont give a about yo biatch
that nigga from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
barbeque ribs and guts and uh
dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts,
get ate out like a dank and crooked teeth
i pulled that tampax string out and straight couldnt
it wouldnt work that sicc
so page a nigga quick so i can you some of that shit
and have you murderin bitch violently
ive been key for 20 minutes and feel killin on that nilla nilla
its infant killa
aint the bitch mr doc D O M
in hella
niggas im gone, i need dose of human meat
i lift the creed, and black market by the scene
as that nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the black yeahh x4

you let yo eyes upon my
and every curve and my strap
as the tears roll
flash of life as you fade to
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, think of moms at yo broken, all of yo family
its kinda 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
back with the mag!
that life wont last
keep listening while i gotta get ya yo right to ya throat
dig that nail in ya neck watch ya ass choke
no no joke im safe from pain all day
all im for your mothafuckin grip in exchange
one to the in the throat, out the skull
the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself
now ya know
one more mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
Locc to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
death murder when they