Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
Part 2, what happens when you
The with the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and to expel
This that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, bullshit right 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 with a gang of go getters
And them ghouls and gorillas

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of your 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
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' 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 ho shit

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

What can I say to make you see how the 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 like

Better leave me alone 'cause I
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, 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 even if you ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

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

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

and I'm happy or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red got beef with the feds

Put in ya head 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 sleep, dead

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

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

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

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And done 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 will mug you for
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with the bitch

Come and 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 rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em 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 makin' niggas duck,

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

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