Luyện nghe bài hát Black Smif-N-Wessun

(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)

(Verse Steele)

Here we go, of day, with a mad live session
Down in it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz we're behind ya black
The punk got of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the
heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung herds 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 sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as your body lies in it's
I a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
shots, for all you hardrocks
And if bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible
The Vickster hit your then I made your eyes puffy
pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face a black Smith-and-Wessun

(Chorus: x4)

Load the clip, lead 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 puff a mad bag of
be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my dick be in
Red-boned or even black Zulu bitches
What? lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your and then I walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I give a fuck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like
I'm small but like that fucking gorilla
A crazy-ass puttin Brooklyn on the map
I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all
I take no shit see, givin the Buck
I even your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me

(Chorus)

(Verse Tek)

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

(Chorus)