Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Drama, Twista
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, what happens when you
The darkness the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to
This hell that's inside of my shell for 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 roll with a gang of go
And them ghouls and 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 bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

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

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

You niggas remember 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 fuck I
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 me alone 'cause I represent
The known for killin' motherfuckas
plenty money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista 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?
up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail

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

Y'all niggas play around, guns I around
better stay down, lay down, weigh 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 the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red got beef with the feds

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

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

(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 ya body get up and, uh

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And jump you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
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 done fucked her in 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, the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla who's the 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 with the technical
That'll be fuckin' up all the
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 of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

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

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