Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Get Chopped

I'm of it
Me to
Stop
here is for the
Tan shade man with the
Stop playin' me
I'm of it
punk wanna be
Flip on nine millmeter clip

one: {yella boy}

Now you know this not some sunburst
I'm so deaf then the def. jam
Open clip, now clip up like I'm firm
I'm a duper rap rapper
Steady snappers
Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper
I'm on the first emergency
me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy
But quickly, in my to finish the j-o-b
Ya see, I'm on track, can ya get with that?
No, a hoe, you's a hoe mystikal!
I ya up like there's nothin' to be
Down like a street, re-loadin' my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean
I mentally retaliate, ya ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you yelllla!
'cause, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four
I to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some
Bloody bread, somebody in the said
Girl, that boy dead him!
He was a cheerleader
You never play it off hoe, you was really gay
you could break yo self but you can't break me
'cause I'm a real lyricst with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you what
>from the floor up, with the rapper
I'm the dirty rap master, I'm comin' to ya!
With my knock you out style, that I
Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic phonetic
I'm out the attic, with the all jacket
much racket, snatch ya fagot
Worse that standin' there I say
Hoe stop playin' me!

We here stop him in his
Show him I'm ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We here to him in his track's
Got to get my motherfuckin'
get chopped!

Verse two: { ya}

How could bitches with
Million nigga's how ya figure?
all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.l. throw rock's at yo shit and
If had k's they spray and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga
To around here in braid's
What happened to the chuck's, and the fad's
Swish in my pocket, when I see ya I'm a cut yo hair
No matter where, it's you don't want to see
The capital y-a get into yo nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippin' motherfucker jackson pretendin'
You read for vision go a dick nigga
Reach around the third hit that ass
me and you in a two man cell
You washin' nigga's draw's my
Dick leanin' on the wall now you bitch you
when you said you wasn't gonna bow
You the "u"

Third {tec-9}

Criminal you been defined
As the motherfucker in the down south area
I think goin' through a phaze
What made ya, turn around and shit
Your and you personally doesn't fit
Now a minute, remember that time
You got on soul
You got the chance, and didn't even man
You faked the funk, like a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was us
The siked up
Turned around, had a glitter glove
Now, can you tell me the nigga here
Was of?
I'm to stop you in yo track's
The you do, be wack I'm fat
Shit's spittin' I all ready stacked
me that the nation wide
But you know, I know,
You don't want the nation to know
You's a hoe! fuck the piece
You this, where's my all black clothes and
My all black beanie, I it pinnately style
Leavin' ya gutless, ya buttless
We put together the alarm
Half shit you can't touch this,
You best's to to jumpin' around
the area first down, 'cause I'm the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the from my neck
'cause you ain't nothin' but a