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, time to show these niggaz the nicest
Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic a vice grip
Cooler than ice, what? cream is priceless
Angels of death, nigga watch yo' cause you might slip
I, with the hype shit but that's just me
The elohim, motherfucker I rip this shit for
Stick and flee so my can remain low key, supreme
through your team, yeah y'all fools know me
I'm triple r rated, I push herbs to the pavement
To put it in for laymen, this nigga ain't playin
I'm sayin, I blow up spots no delayin
I men then I'm parlayin

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

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

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

[starang
M.f.c.! starang wondah no to stevie
is bon jovi up in here
Heltah skeltah, doin it this
Hardcore, what's the word up

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

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

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

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

holiday]
Doc holiday, o.k. corral, my click be
Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, shit be foul
If your shorty strut her ass me, I got to growl
Watch mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow
It's doc, alone with my glock, to meet ya
If there's doubts, the blows out, then i'ma see ya
I be a virus up in your ass like
Explain the pain I see on your face, or the fears
Chick here, these groupies from be on my bumper
If shorty cock her ass in the air, then I gotta her
Love her, my hunger takes toll I config
God your arm leg a leg a arm, and your head

For real, this is
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 shit bwoy
Horseman, men, word is bond
you off men
We bullshittin, huh
My nigga hardcore in the house
like four foot two
Smack the out of you and your crew
The you wanna do?