Luyện nghe bài hát Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks

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

Verse rock, ruck

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

Fuck that, niggaz better start for shelter
Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from heltah
Word em up I murder ducks who heard of ruck plus
My mind ills on rhyme with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
Girls demand me, mad I slam the
Microphone you hand me till the judge me (what)
Can we, get along rodney, and rock please
Put these in they proper place cause you cocky

I, be the drama bringer of a niggaz neck
Wrecker of a set I buck shots a steel tec
Wussy, where's all them suckers tracks bout they rnrin
(they heard us comin and to track stars, check it)
I be, never sloppy, I be
I rock heads bedrock to yugoslav-ia
Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do
that absolut's fine, or in to behind
Now you whine, but yo stop the blood cryin
Like screwface, I in the to bash your eyes in
Devils know 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
like a golden shower when my golden bowels
Hit instrumentals get influential colin powell, now
Fuck the world, my dick in the dirt
Pull tunes on spooks who claim I cool like levert
Expert when I network my lyrics a rebel
cause the devil never take me to that next level
It's humble in asphault jungles
When you slang and ricans in back deal with bundles
Some may wonder, the these two men do, torment you
Lyrical landlord, fuckin rent due

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

Verse two: rock,

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

So what's the reason for the treason, punk you die
My mind crucify those who try to
God cipher drop bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)
Now I (what) a nigga to come with hand skills
Man chill, end up in a landfill
Stand still, nigga you the position
Glocks clickin niggaz who ain't got pots to piss in
I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes
Me and rock is this (there'll never be no fist fights)
You're lip punks my fifth smokes the rich folks
Who sniff coke, now your bitch ain't no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways with of wisdom
Like cyclops I spot fly with ill vision
to none son so it fuckin seem
Savages get sewn the fuck up with to they spleen

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