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
Pick up the pace cuz right behind ya black
The punk got of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. did the shooting
Cops the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where get blown down
Think I'm gettin by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I what's left
of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap
Your family cried as your body lies in casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo
shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your is a dime she can get the cock
up and down, we two terrible toughies
The Vickster hit pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? drop your mic and get to steppin
you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun

(Chorus: x4)

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

(Verse Buckshot)

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

(Chorus)

(Verse Tek)

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

(Chorus)