Luyện nghe bài hát Blast

Aww shit!

Kid back in this motherfucking house
Feel the effects of my shotgun
crying from these shotgun blasts
Feel the of my shotgun blast
People dying from these shotgun

'Cause I'm rippin', flippin', crippin', a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack, it under the rug
'Cause I'ma go that, beyond the calls of my fuckin' duty
all these corney, phony emcees now a days don't move me

So I'm a show it G, so make waves
I got a full time pay, to dig graves
Because I'm buryin' emcees and sharin' ladies
Now you hoes are carrying my babies

Grab me it hurt no one
A broken always hurts someone
me it never hurt no one
I saw kids get shot, don't guns

And still I rip it, it, grip it like a real one does
Rockin', shockin' on the stage, a hell a steady buzz
From a fifth of ol' Beam
We fryin' emcees up just like some motherfucking Dean

Sausage pattys, and smoking cabbies it's no thing
Drinkin' more Colt's then the 45
emcees like a cow hands rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm straight throats

'Cause that's the way I like to do shit
Every time I get my on
Yeah that's the way I to do shit Holmes
I stay in one spot, I was born to roam

Feel I got bank but it's not enough friend
'Cause I want bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, 'cause I'm a fuck

Feel the of my shotgun blast
Mothers from these shotgun blasts
Feel the of my shotgun blast
People from these shotgun blasts