Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

With a gun fixin' to kill you I feel
You was the one fuckin' my family
I roll with a gang of go
And ghouls 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 bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

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

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

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

can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

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

You ain't fuckin' with it 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' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya and ya new interior detail

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

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

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

Put three in ya head from the street of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
Street when 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 adrenaline rush)
Like 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 pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So turn the kick up the bump
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 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 hit off the trunk

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

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

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

Or gang 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 it's beef, get the off ya chest

Don't take off ya vest, all my
you jump 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
nigga we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate rush

(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 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 up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
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 opposition chest 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 to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk