Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll give you the
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, 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, need to be said
Code red already got beef with the

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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 when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
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 tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And done fucked her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish threw her bait, 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 with
Cocoa why don't ya buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
kill 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the 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' duck, knowin'

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

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