Luyện nghe bài hát Black Smif-N-Wessun

(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)

(Verse Steele)

we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the
Cops the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn
Check the drums of death as I break what's
of face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as body lies in it's casket
I keep a black in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you
And if your bitch is a she can get the cock
up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit your pockets then I your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better drop mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face a black Smith-and-Wessun

(Chorus: x4)

Load the clip, bust to the head
The nappy dread, Buckshot and Baldhead

(Verse Buckshot)

Real niggaz represent and die
Never dead I said all we fuckin do is multiply
I a mad bag of buddha
be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my
I get so much pussy my dick be in
Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu
This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash your neck and then I walk ya
If youse a nigga bigger niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but like that fucking gorilla
A nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a fuck, I never a fuck, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck
I even blew your cuz your man tried to stick me

(Chorus)

(Verse Tek)

Ahh shit, a personality
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga the trigger let the Glock spit
A little shorty with no remorse
I kill forties and quarts on stage so who the boss?
Another boom up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag
G want a thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves
There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm it
Straight up and down, nuff to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not a FUCK now
Damn, just when you it was safe
to come out, a rhyme, I got the nine to your face
Boom, up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
so I pack more steel for the kill
you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll
pump lead, the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said

(Chorus)