Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of or jivin' comin' 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 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 me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the if you bustin' my body up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

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

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

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 niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

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

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

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

(It's your 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 ya body 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 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)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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

Come and feel wit the balla who's the and causin' 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 rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
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
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

(It's your 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 hit off the trunk

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