Luyện nghe bài hát Bust a Slug

[Chorus: Trigga - Makin' Operation]
We famous
Outlaws with the force the Money Makers
Wu-Tang we bang we be regulators
Player haters can't us 'cause the thugs obey us
a slug to save us

[Joe
Straight missle, spit false gristle, time
Pop the tops off of Anaheims, refined
Extortin air time, imported the Mason-Dixon Line
at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe
Slap 'em paralyzed, the lies
Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter
Monster mash, ass on the war path
land, give a fuck, grand crashin the Pan Am
My squad Van Damme, the shit was
VA so tanned, without the beenie rap,
Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini
Kiss the genie lamp, henny big,
No fake shit, wrong recipe, war
Meet the headless

[Trigga - Makin' Operation]
Recognize, from them cats that fantasize
that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer
I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough
This paper chase got me in the eyes of
Brutalize projects, up with the fake
True villain, when I I'm Cold Chillin
spillin, picture the man, ice grillin
Gats with the muffle, on with my hustle
For 25 years of tears and no
Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah
Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we
Klik Ga Bow move man, and child
It's the swarm, Russ Prez a storm
Far from norm, life live long
Represent, I in eternal torment
survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins
Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in
Yea, big before I hit the porcellain

[Ill - K.G.B.]
The K, the G, the B, Ill bring the ruckus
'cause I don't got for these faggots, they frontin
But I'm about to break em out the with the fire
I battle water, you order?
You would run far from the
I'm out whoevers in the order
the hitch out, no out
I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your out
A nigga ditch out for yourself and your
'cause I want nobody layin, handin me
I'm livin life, profanity,
Because I'm not sane,
When I rockin on the I gots to push my cane
Got to in this life, baby, times is trife
Have to be on my side if you my wife
No knife come us, married to my Syndicate
Niggaz see this, playa and try to be this
It's hard to beat us and you wanna be this
When you warmin up ya fist, you don't be missed
Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, what the

This is yea, burners, made Tina Turner dance
Probably you kidin me, only my man outta me
I was gotta slicin the pot by a three
Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever at me?
All up on my shit, pussies plottin three to 'bout a week
Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated the E-N-T
Entire, collapse and raid the empire
Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn
Yolk for the smoke, back room, man croke
Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn
Joke, the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down
Slow Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash
Biography, million of my fans get painted
A to Z enyclopedia, photography
rhyme, soft get they ass took
Street turn, patiently speakin, you the math
Make niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu
Smacked up in front of bra, what his man do?
Eyes gluded to my hand
Don't rush me, what that bitch scream?
through traffic like lightnin
My loud boss screamin, for wifin
You see that shit, hit, Wu-Syndicate
Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, on
Marlon rap, your rolie on
'97 bar, tighten door, war was on
'98, a twisted rate, and solemnly swore
to my pa', give my last call, pass the horn
Don't shoot guys, move on, totally we groove on
We above your cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her
Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz
dance

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