Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with niggas you
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
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 get the notion to just motion forward
And get on some ho

You niggas remember that I got potion
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest 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 wanna run up in ya
Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

Better me alone 'cause I represent
The city known for motherfuckas
Makin' plenty 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 shoot up ya V-12 even if you ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

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

Y'all niggas play around, guns I 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, don't need to be
red already got beef with the feds

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

Why you on the back block, 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 the motherfucka 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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to 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 up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass 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 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, huggin' the slick
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with 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 rewind growin' before
And this livin' and pause and likeness
I can spit it for some who for represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
I'ma kill 'em the technical precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it 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 prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck,

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

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