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 with the light?

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

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

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

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll give you the
And in an instant be dimishin'

'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 get the notion 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 realest
You just can't kill one you bitch
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
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

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

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

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

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay 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 right all for
street, don't need to be said
Code red got beef with the feds

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

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

(It's your 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 make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition 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 the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

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 threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

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

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get wit it like 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 of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass 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 his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have 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