Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really
Part 2, what when you combine
The darkness the light?

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

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

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

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

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

You niggas remember that I got that
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the y'all
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 leave me alone 'cause I
The city known for motherfuckas
Makin' money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' competition, what a pity

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

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I hope can crawl 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, it up to K-Town
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
Code red got beef with the feds

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

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

(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 ya body get up and, uh

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

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

Ya bitch is a ho, she at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and her
And Killa done fucked her in love 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 mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla who's the and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means before
And this and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga the call of the righteous

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

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 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 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 up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
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 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 pick up and
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the rhythm hit off the