Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

Yeah, I am more compelled and honored to expel
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 ghouls and them gorillas

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 rigorous bullets, 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 give you the
And in an instant be whoopin'

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

You niggas remember that I got potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just 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 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 killin'
plenty money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, a pity

You ain't with it then put ya stash 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 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 take all of

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, pounds
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 where the be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't to be said
Code red already got beef the feds

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like 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 the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa fucked her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish her bait, reeled her in and gutted 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 bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build with concussion the bitch

and feel 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 likeness
I can it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya

Don't take off ya vest, all my
Make you off the set and always get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his 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 pump to make the trigga pick up and
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 to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body 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 hit off the trunk