Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
2, what happens when you combine
The darkness the light?

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

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

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

Fuckin' with you shouldn't
These menaces and and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or comin' off of this
You done and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you get the notion to just motion forward
And get on ho shit

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

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

Better me alone 'cause I represent
The city known for killin'
Makin' plenty money and layin' down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash
at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you ya female, uh
You was talkin' shit nigga,
up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I y'all can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka 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 adrenaline rush)
Like 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

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

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

Come and wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this
I can spit it for who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

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

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

still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline

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

(It's adrenaline 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 rhythm hit off the

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