Luyện nghe bài hát Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks

[rock] son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs son (what? )
[batty asshole, asshole, asshole!
[rock] there's like six niggaz on the corner son
(aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappin, raps n shit
Can't tell these niggaz they ain't
They punk bullshit, just meet me downstairs son
I'ma set it on these son
[ruck] yo i'ma be right there man, I'm gettin now
[rock] these niggaz have no idea son, check it it

Verse one: rock,

And one time for mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime
Me don't wanna hear you whine when my nine's to spine
Glock diss, rocky, mountain, energy's my
of youth runnin through my brain pounded
So don't be in my clutches
If you who sparsky is, then you don't know who dutch is
Don't get kid, we cause ruckus
And rock mad domes while we at it the first up
To see blackness the universe

Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for
Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from skeltah
Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of ruck
My ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
Girls demand me, mad I slam the
Microphone you me till the judge remand me (what)
Can we, get like rodney, and rock please
Put these niggaz in they proper cause you cocky

I, be the drama bringer wringer of a neck
Wrecker of a set I buck shots a steel tec
Wussy, where's all them suckers talkin tracks they rnrin
(they us comin and turned to track stars, check it)
I be, never sloppy, I be
I rock heads bedrock to yugoslav-ia
Robbin you and your crew blind we do crimes
Find absolut's fine, or in to behind
Now you whine, but yo stop the blood cryin
Like screwface, I in the mood to bash eyes in
Devils does who I am, madman from heltah skeltah
Mr. flipster, rock, of sam

As the turns in my search for tomorrow
I the God in life, for some insight
Freaky like a golden when my golden bowels
Hit instrumentals get like colin powell, now
the world, stick my dick in the dirt
Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain't cool like
Expert when I network my lyrics a rebel
Vexed cause the devil never me to that next level
It's never humble in asphault
When you slang rocks and ricans in back deal bundles
Some may wonder, the these two men do, torment you
Lyrical landlord, your rent due

Clans, posses, crews and
All y'all bitch niggaz can suck my
Kliks, posses, and clans
Can't none of y'all fuck with me and my man

Verse rock, ruck

Aiyyo, one's for the, I pop
Two's for the anti-real snakes I and dropped
Three's for the ruck, bitch!
I be rock and the four's for hip-hop with this shit we rip shop
Ask me how foul I am, mannn you damn well
It was me hit your bitch up in my man's van
Too plexed your grand-pops then corn I pop shit
You can't flush, fuckin with us you're smacked with spit
Who dare square with me I break you
Tree times worse dan a claat earthquake do
Heltah skeltah is hectic hit the deck step
If you hear your neck click
See center, but really play no basketball
I do my shootin a motherfuckin mac you fall
To the floor, ogc hit up everything that come through the
heltah skeltah mean war

So what's the reason for the treason, you wanna die
My mind crucify who try to defy
God cipher devine bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my (hah)
Now I (what) want a nigga to with hand skills
Man chill, might end up in a
still, nigga you know the position
Glocks from niggaz who ain't got pots to piss in
Plus I get hyped when my mic windpipes
Me and rock is this tight (there'll be no fist fights)
You're lip punks when my fifth the rich folks
Who sniff coke, now bitch broke ain't no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways words of wisdom
Like cyclops I fly shots with ill vision
Similar to none son so it fuckin
Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to spleen

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