Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, what when you combine
The darkness with the

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

With a gun fixin' to you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' my family
I with 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 niggas and it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
These bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

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

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

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

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

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

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

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the all the wall
Sacrifice my screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya bitch is a ho, she at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big tryin' to grill 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, the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build with concussion the bitch

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

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

Don't off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, off the deck
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

I'll open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate rush

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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)
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 rhythm hit off the