Luyện nghe bài hát Call of The Wild

Ohh-eh-ohh, (m) oh (f)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (c) oh
Ohh-eh-ohh, (ma-ma-ma-ma-magnum force) oh
Ohh-eh-ohh, (for life) oh

Alright it's, to show these niggaz who's the nicest
Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a grip
Cooler than ice, cream flows is priceless
Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you slip
I, stay with the hype shit but just me
The elohim, I rip this shit for free
Stick and flee so my stee' can low key, supreme
Steam your team, yeah y'all fools know me
I'm triple r rated, I push these to the pavement
To put it in terms for laymen, this ain't playin
I'm sayin, I blow up spots no delayin
I slay men I'm parlayin

For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step fuck the
Little rock on the motherfuckin get to walkin
Guns is steady barkin, at them who lack
Actin like my mac won't spit holes your ac'
Or lex land', you sets man far from lethal
representative will rip ass like desert eagles
Fuck a sequel, angel of death peep how I you
Leave you for dead and let the savage eat you

Yo boy don't never, test m.f.c. ain't no classroom
I blast you better get or catch an ass wound
I'm pissed like a bathroom, test the center, what?
I fuck your whole starting and your bench up, yo
Fuck what you been through and the troubles on your
maldu and you'll get, sent through a window
Gut up like ginsus, or technic
Bitch niggaz scared, I the bubbles in your stomach
Waitin for your bowels to move, cause you
up like you od'd off ex-lax and yoohoo
I blew two crews, talkin they garbage
Claimin they funky? true cause you don't wash

* ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in while starang talks *

[starang
M.f.c.! starang no relation to stevie
Word is bon jovi up in
skeltah, doin it like this
Hardcore, the deal word up

Hardcore, far more the average
Niggaz tried to bust but gats get embarassed
Sayin that I'm small and in a carriage
(sayin what somebody else say) is niggaz, parrots?

Word up, my m.f.c. won't have it, ya hate me?
Cause I with dots, smokin spliffs under the a.c.
Niggaz be fakin, pullin they guns out holsters
Keep my right by my dick like I'm supposed to
New starang, I this way ever since eshkoshkah
Since my niggaz chillin on the roof on the

Wanna see me, way you do that is on tv
(it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to

Aiyyo I'm tall sean, I got rid of the
That shit played out like leather jackets with tassels
Plus I splash those who don't know no better
Personal vendetta on this great for cheddar
never, let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you
Slap you silly he realize who's wrathful
to make you an example duke but I have to
Represent for my click leave that bitch like a statue
Caught between the rock and the ruck, it seems you trapped
Fuckin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath
Half-dead, wonderin how the fuck did ruck you
My man hak-tu, got two, to trap you

[doc
Doc holiday, o.k. corral, my be wild
Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that be foul
If shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl
Watch mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow
It's doc, with my glock, nice to meet ya
If there's doubts, the cleaner out, then i'ma see ya
I be a up in your ass like gonorrhea
the pain I see on your face, or face the fears
Chick here, groupies from somethin be on my bumper
If shorty her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her
Love her, my hunger toll I must config
God crack arm leg a leg a arm, and your head

For real, is beautiful
is bond
Heltah

Can we get it? can we get it?

Ohh-eh-ohh, oh (repeat 4x)

B.c.c., m.f.c., r
Fab 5 all that shit
Horseman, boss men, is bond
you off men
We bullshittin, huh
My little nigga in the house
Nigga like four two
Smack the shit out of you and your
The you wanna do?