Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Camp Mfc Eastern Conference

Ain't no to waste, we in the race
All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first
M.f.c., way for life, I'm to let you know
Time don't for nobody, we tryin to get dough
You didn't about magnum force crushin
The ones you couldn't trust son, we just start
Eliminate the weed, firm wit my scrum
'cause I want all my real peoples to live

[lidu
These bitches be my telephone love, and I got to admit it
They heard lidu rock, now ya niggas on my did-ick
Ya need to quit it, I gats then watch 'em spit it
To split it, ya ass in half, so get wit it
representative who never lack, no doubt
Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back out
I be the with fout, the one o, so you know
I the veins out ya ass, like I'm triple fronto

I run wit the wildest, plus stylish, cats of way
Whip whop, big joe, my connect
Wit niggas got they tongue from stashin the cracks
I was throwin store down wit the tape duct gat
I move up from that, now I flip trap
Tied up in bonds, stocks and rap
Still I get loot from my man, when I'm for smoke
And catch a dice game in the pj's, keep the blow

[top dog big
Yo, tension, when I'm wit my shark fishin
competition, wit lines from my composition
Not to mention, I'm beyond
Boy, I retire mc's, then them for they pension
For instance, I turn a master to a
Through the fenceless, go against this, is plain senseless
I'm out blastin, spit my like a mack ten
You ain't laughin, my jewels like a craftsmen
Perfect flex, on good neck niggas that
That ya done mastered the game, but ya
That shit on purpose, snipe those who it
Keepin niggas nervous, my m.f.c. at ya

Yo, I got ya rap sissy fags under
Shake it like earthquake, richter scale couldn't
Who let the, out the cage, sharks swimmin thru ya sector
Behind you like back catchers, head rock nester
be the aggressor
Bring a trouble, make us wet the set up
Calm ya heifer, get that bitch a check up from the up
I sell ya whole crew, black like uncle fester
But it ain't zebra, that'll be ya knowin
phones, jewels, everything but ya sneakers
Keep those, caught po-po, I ya jaw
Run m.f.c., muthafucka, we event no

News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who fast
I twist pack ya sensitive ass, 'cause you won't in the arena
Caught between reality and dreaming,
Get deleted by my when you least expect it
Flip the script I wreck shit
Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect
Don't sweat this, tek just scoop me up in the lexus
'cause you slept when I was makin connections
Travelin 'cross the u.s., linkin up some of the truest
Revolutionist, niggas ready to do this
So let's do

Sean price in the nigga, never forget that
If that nigga keep riffin, split his shit back
The way you get that, rap from, make me slap them
up in the face, til my people wit the gats come
From the producer, who like to
Type a hypa shit, that make the world act
You try to me son, you get a baby, when I got
Crazy guns, aimin them shits at your muthafuckin
'em, but in the long run, do nine blamin 'em
For the shit they do, they claimin they into datin son
one of they niggas just might see the ruckus, but fuck it
All ya niggas corny as hell, so suck dick

holiday]
The few of the men, the greater the of honor
Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin
I never bow down, 'cause chow needs to hold down
I swatted hoe, make the order of the tottin
My is smokin like a glow skull
clums in this rap shit, get dethroned
Empty headed, ya sweatbands is sweated
Test the top gun, without one, nigga, it

wondah]
Ya niggas suck dick, my crew be on some I don't a fuck shit
All boppin our shit to new rock and ruck shit
Me and hold been down for to long
We done seen bitches niggas outside, now come and gone
Now get me wrong, I like when I move
Run out to my shows in
Come out to my and take off they clothes
Participatin in all the big
That's how it goes, we sip guzzlin beers
They drink rhyme tek and steele, and ain't been out for years

[louieville
I get hyped son, and set it on the
Maybe it's he, from n.y.c.
Put it out, apostrophe a.g.
Fo fuck wit m.f.c., you get
Crip like carrey, I know ya niggas me
I put it on from dust to dawn, to worried
Row then he blow, row like moby
Dick in the dirt, to run the like toby
Ya in it lonely, shootin shots shinobi
You know me, but all I think about is money