Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

(voice)
The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday combine forces 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 full of
and being broke make
father straight
but i got a grip on myself
so i avoid being short like
an elf
bust a side bust her in the
watch all of yoke come runnin
out his egg
im to stack the grips that
dont let me hit dick
cuz if i hit this ima shoot
me a
it(inhale,cough), bang bang,

5 later the cops came
im up shop 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 gotta go we go i like
the 6'4
im pullin it aint yours no

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

mo mo money for black market

on the black market, x4

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

it aint new,up under the
sun for and days
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 underground
hooked up with market
now this
gets deeper and deeper, the
doomstown grim reaper and
platinum, Mr Dr. Hung
we do yo ass in good for fun
15 in yo ass bitch
take it and it but i aint talkin bout no dick
14 suns and moons somthin you can
that on the 15th marks my day for
buck em and fuck em with productions
eat and trip if i catch you fuckin with my grip
you find ass dead in a graveyard
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin baby lowk
would ya
i vomit when that pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit
i make ya sick but its season so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits i was 6
i fiend for dead pussy on my
i got the meanin i dont give a fuck 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 fryin baby nuts, sluts
get ate out like a dank and teeth hurt
i pulled tampax string out and straight couldnt work
it work without that 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 on that nilla nilla
its that infant
the bitch mr doc D double O M
in heat
niggas im gone, i another dose of human meat
i lift the creed, and market death by the scene
as nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the black market x4

you let yo eyes upon my
and notice curve and my strap
as the tears down
of life as you fade to black
if that gat all up in yo face
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 lose all of these things so quick
and whats worse, nigga ya for the fuck of it, yeah!
never knew id be the one to have you back on my
back with the mag!
that life wont last
listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that nail in ya neck ya bitch ass choke
no hope no joke im safe pain all day
all im askin for mothafuckin grip in exchange
one to the brain in the throat, out the
from the big chrome gat, peeled cat yourself
now ya niggas
one more dead on the street from the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with market
death murder when suck