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 who's the
Lyrics incisive, I the mic like a vice grip
Cooler ice, what? cream flows is priceless
Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you slip
I, stay the hype shit but that's just me
The elohim, motherfucker I rip this for free
Stick and so my stee' can remain low key, supreme
through 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 up spots with no delayin
I slay men I'm parlayin

For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step the talkin
Little rock on the motherfuckin get to walkin
Guns is steady barkin, at cats who lack
Actin like my mac won't spit through your ac'
Or your lex land', you sets man far from
This will rip ass like desert eagles
a sequel, angel of death 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 no classroom
I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass
I'm pissed a bathroom, come test the center, what?
I fuck your whole starting and your bench up, yo
Fuck what you been and the troubles on your mental
Test maldu and you'll get, sent through a
Gut up like ginsus, or technic
niggaz scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach
Waitin for your to move, cause you doodoo
Bent up like you off ex-lax and yoohoo
I through two crews, talkin they garbage
Claimin they funky? maybe true cause you wash

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

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

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

Word up, my m.f.c. niggaz have it, ya hate me?
Cause I roll with dots, spliffs under the a.c.
be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters
Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm to
New starang, I been this way ever since
my niggaz chillin on the roof on the poster

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

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

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

For real, this is
Word is
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 little nigga hardcore in the
Nigga four foot two
Smack the shit out of you and crew
The you wanna do?