Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

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

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

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

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

with niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an instant be dimishin'

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

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

can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the like Capone

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

You fuckin' 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 and ya new interior detail

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

Y'all niggas play around, 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

Sawed-off and I'm happy or where the be
Put it right all for
street, don't need to be said
Code red got beef with the feds

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

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

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

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

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 love with the
The slut was a threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why ya build 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 rewind means before
And this and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the of the righteous

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

Don't off ya vest, all my niggas
you jump off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck,

I'll still open up the
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the adrenaline rush

(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 ya body 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 bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk

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