Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Psycho Drama,
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, what happens when you
The darkness the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to
This that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, that right up my alley
Chasing you right up the

With a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I
You was the one fuckin' with my
I roll a gang of go getters
And them ghouls and gorillas

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your and pull it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
rigorous bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of
So if you ever get the notion to motion forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new perspective on who the realest
You just can't kill one you stupid
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the if you bustin' my body up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me alone 'cause I
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and mack down
Came buckin', spittin' gritty competition, what a pity

You fuckin' with it then put ya stash down
Come at the you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a standin' too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
I can take all of

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

Sawed-off and I'm or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't to be said
red already got beef with the feds

Put three in ya head from the street full of
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya
Street sweeper I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, nigga

Why you on the block, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to his opposition chest kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a
Big tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love with the
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and the bitch

And now she up in dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the
Got the ammo and that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

I'll still open up the
nigga we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk