Luyện nghe bài hát Brang Yo Army!

Verse 1: the disciple

I in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, gold's, and smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the back,
in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call
The disciple, 30 shots from the rifle
his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. better as lil' peter
'em up with the powder
Best I'm a rider
The pastor said sic him and whoever else 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we

(pastor troy)
I somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook)

4x

You say you want me, but you brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't let nobody harm me

Verse 2:

Killa, disabled, stable, mentally the name 'em
But yet I manage over God talents
Enter near it, cause and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin' at them, iceberg slim, seeking
Creeping slow
Bobin' and weavin' we a do'
Complication rules the nation so I roll while I
This one out to my folk
This one they caught in smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and of ski slopes
Went selling busta's dope, over used to be coke
I cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo'

3: pinhead

Smoking on that reefer, with the street
Suckers I got wiped up can't run the grand reaper
Peep a, miracle game so lame that you can't
You tried to a track from the pastor and got caught
I my freaking folks
My folks that it real
We drinking on brandi and we handy with the steel
Better yo grill, hard to kill, like steven segal
when I see him fall, i'ma shatter his brains against the wall

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's bout to die 4x to background of hook

4x

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo
Dez georgia ain't gone let nobody harm me

Verse 4: troy

they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm to fight
One eighty pounds strong, but watch how I bite
They takin flight, this buster ackin' like my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times that chrome desert eagle
These my people, in georgia, ignore ya, I
Get dumped off in miami on candy paint
Now you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I'm out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the first one that punk
I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still that pastor
So any bastard, got plans to harm me
You best of be ready I got a army

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's bout to die 4x to background of hook

till end

You say you want me, but you betta yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let harm me