Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

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

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

with niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

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

You niggas remember I got that potion
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest y'all
You can't kill one you stupid 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
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

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

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

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

niggas 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, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm or where the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, need to be said
Code red already got with the feds

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when 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 pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like 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 your rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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

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 was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the slick
5th in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings 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 pause and likeness
I can spit it for 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 fuckin' up all the
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 niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the 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 your 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 rhythm hit off the