Luyện nghe bài hát Bust a Slug

[Chorus: Trigga - Makin' Operation]
We decorators
Outlaws the force with the Money Makers
Wu-Tang when we bang we be
Player haters can't play us the thugs obey us
Bust a slug to us

Mafia]
Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper
Pop the tops off of Anaheims, refined
Extortin air time, from 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, half ass on the war
Suffer land, give a fuck, crashin the Pan Am
My Van Damme, the shit was suntan
VA so tanned, the beenie rap, who?
Hoodini rap, stack, Lambourghini crash
Kiss the genie lamp, big, excellency
No fake shit, recipe, war speciality
Meet the heat

[Trigga - Money Operation]
Recognize, direct from them that fantasize
It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle dealer
I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough
This paper chase got me in the eyes of
Brutalize projects, caught up the fake
True villain, when I I'm Cold Chillin
spillin, picture the man, ice grillin
Gats with the muffle, groove on with my
For 25 years of and no fears
Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate it, yeah
Let it be clear, Isle, we foul
Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and
It's the swarm, Russ smokin a storm
Far from norm, life legacy live
Represent, I in eternal torment
Often survivors of abortion, in coffins
Forcin, yea, wrap tear in extortions
Yea, big I return hit the porcellain

Knob - K.G.B.]
The K, the G, the B, Ill bring the ruckus
'cause I don't got time for these faggots, frontin
But I'm about to em out the havoc with the fire
I battle water, what you
You run far from the slaughter
I'm out whoevers in the order
the out, no bitch out
I'm cold bloody, nigga, get rich out
A ditch out for yourself and your family
I don't want nobody layin, handin me
I'm life, profanity, insanity
I'm not sane, insane
When I rockin on the block I to push my cane
Got to live in life, baby, times is trife
Have to be on my if you playin my wife
No come between us, married to my Syndicate
see this, playa hate and try to be this
It's to beat us and you don't wanna be this
When you warmin up ya fist, you don't be missed
Buck! Buck! a slug back, what the fuck?

This is yea, three burners, made Turner dance
Probably you kidin me, only my man bust me
I was gotta slicin the pot by a three
Dicks for niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me?
All up on my shit, pussies plottin three to 'bout a week
Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the
Entire, niggaz collapse and the empire
Where the at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar
Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man
Now kneal, no jokes, get back, it, no damn moat
Joke, lock the dough, pussy, stay down, lay
Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flow
Biography, million of my fans get robbery
A to Z enyclopedia, color
Penitentuary rhyme, soft get ass took
turn, patiently speakin, you know the math
Make bitch ballerina, pull up they tu-tu
Smacked up in of your bra, what his man do?
gluded to my right hand
Don't rush me, what that nigga scream?
Runnin through like lightnin
My boss screamin, yellin for wifin
You see shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate
Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, on
Marlon Brando rap, rolie on
'97 bar, tighten door, war was on
'98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly
to my pa', my last call, pass the shoe horn
Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we on
We above your cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her
Black '97 beamer, niggaz ballerina
Niggaz

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