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

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

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

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

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

You niggas remember that I got 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 make me wanna run up in ya
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

Better me alone 'cause I represent
The city for killin' motherfuckas
plenty money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' 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 if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' shit nigga,
Fuckin' up ya and ya new interior detail

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

Y'all niggas play around, guns I around
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor 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
red already got beef with the feds

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka 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 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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga 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 her in love with the chick
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 to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

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

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
That'll be 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 off the set and always get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

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

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