Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Our Boys

Your fakeness is
Post is deep in your
focus
Roll
And this
l's
Of that bomb-ass herb thats to rock bells
A refugee like praswell
Travelin
Pimpin biddys
Game tight and solidified

To get rid of
what I do to guys
Shootin and spittin
I'm banished in
Vanishin any
sentences
repentences
The only way to see me, don't these
Me and my crew smoke so trees that
I leaves
Never _my bitch
But keep smokin my system, roll blunts all tight
On an off
I still smoke like exaust
And bust a universal
And your wig back like niggas with toupe's
Drivin a
And more
I run the
Your is played and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce
Back a bungee cord

Bring your in
We can the noise in
You don't wanna fuck with dirty
4 times]

My crew is a maze
Put fear ex-slaves
Who step to this microphone and think that they brave
always startin the fuckin beef
I don't care if your kansas I'm killin the fuckin chief
the fuck up I'm releasin my dumb-dumbs
Tell whore stop pagin me 9 1 1
I'm the
That call bizarre
Smokin with mel far (? ? )
In my new car
see me
Even if I was in arizona I'd still iced tea
Bizarre don't give a about you
On top of the mountain nothin your bitch-ass crew
Can do
Sick emcee that call peter
Treat your crew like an meter

Fuckin more shit howard corsell
jassabells
In hotels

How you think your sound compared to this
It's the team that entire clique scared to diss
Demandin attention when the glock
Y'all to be murdered like jeffery daumer on lock down
I'm brown like bobby, pullin hoe's like
Take your title, kill your so you won't forget me
sealed nigga I might blow important plots
Whoever is gettin done like micheal jordan's pops
Sure I'm number one translator my fame d
Y'all niggas hung like this was 1933
Got of me
Now
you don't got a chance
Death is 3 steps so now we gotta dance
So look
play
With the style
I love killin so I kill a whole cow pasture
Lyrically I'm sick, ill but sober
My nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked

Dirty is the clique so I ran over and lit cha
Ripped the ass right out ya pants like a pincha
Like the cobra and
My to injure
And ya
enterin from the edge of my center
Or get muthafuckin pants split at the creases
you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases
My duty is to keep a abard (? ? )
I guard my sector like a saint
And this ain't the
Bringin the noise like a happy gun slinger
Droppin your whole clique one finger
Til linger
Beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of great
Chargin freight trains
Through the great