Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

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

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

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

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

You niggas remember I got that potion
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the realest
You just can't one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to you see how the fuck I feel
To me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

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

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

And a nigga standin' too tall to comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my 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 happy or the crack be
Put it right all for
street, don't need to be said
Code red already got beef with the

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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 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

(It's your 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 ya body 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 at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And done fucked her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the

And now she up in Pokip's dick, the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
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 the crisis
Got the and agility that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and likeness
I can spit it for who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
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 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'

still open up the trunk
Guns we get 'em and bust
the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

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