Luyện nghe bài hát Bust a Slug

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

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

- Money Makin' Operation]
Recognize, direct from them cats that
It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug
I slaughter pace on the reels, no more waste
This paper chase got me in the eyes of
Brutalize projects, caught up with the
True villain, I vacate I'm Cold Chillin
spillin, picture the man, ice grillin
Gats with the muffle, on with my hustle
For 25 of tears and no fears
Money Makers, takin it, yeah
Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we
Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and
the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a storm
Far from norm, life legacy long
Represent, I reside in torment
Often of abortion, lampin in coffins
Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in
Yea, big before I hit the porcellain

Knob - K.G.B.]
The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the
'cause I got time for these faggots, they frontin
But I'm to break em out the havoc with the fire
I water, what you order?
You run far from the slaughter
I'm gunnin out whoevers in the
the hitch out, no out
I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your out
A ditch out for yourself and your family
'cause I don't want 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 live in life, baby, times is trife
Have to be on my if you playin my wife
No knife come between us, to my Syndicate
see this, playa hate and try to be this
It's hard to us and you don't wanna be this
When you up ya fist, you don't wanna be missed
Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, the fuck?

This is yea, three burners, Tina Turner dance
Probably you me, only my man bust outta me
I was slicin the pot by about a three
for them 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, collapse and raid 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, the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down
Slow Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for flow
Biography, of my fans get painted robbery
A to Z enyclopedia, photography
rhyme, soft get they ass took
Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the
Make bitch ballerina, pull up they tu-tu
Smacked up in front of bra, what his man do?
Eyes gluded to my right
Don't rush me, that bitch nigga scream?
Runnin through traffic like
My loud boss screamin, for wifin
You see that shit, hit, Wu-Syndicate
Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, on
Brando rap, your rolie on
'97 bar, tighten door, war was on
'98, a twisted rate, and solemnly swore
to my pa', give my call, pass the shoe horn
shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove on
We above your valley cleaner, who clapped, seen her
Black '97 beamer, bitch ballerina
dance

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