Luyện nghe bài hát Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks

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

Verse one: rock,

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

Fuck that, niggaz better runnin for shelter
Live and with a nine tenth that's that nigga from heltah skeltah
Word em up I ducks who never heard of ruck plus
My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I (blahhh)
Girls me, mad bitches I slam the
Microphone you hand me the judge remand me (what)
Can we, get along rodney, and rock please
Put these niggaz in they place cause you cocky

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

As the world turns in my search for
I seek the God in life, for some
Freaky like a shower when my golden bowels
Hit instrumentals get like colin powell, now
Fuck the world, my dick in the dirt
Pull tunes on who claim I ain't cool like levert
when I network my lyrics like a rebel
Vexed cause the never take me to that next level
It's never in asphault jungles
When you slang rocks and ricans in deal with bundles
may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you
Lyrical landlord, your fuckin due

Clans, posses, and kliks
All y'all bitch niggaz can my dick
Kliks, posses, crews and
Can't of y'all niggaz fuck with me and my man

Verse rock, ruck

Aiyyo, for the, shots I pop
Two's for the anti-real snakes I fought and
Three's for the ruck, bitch!
I be rock and the for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop
Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn
It was me hit your bitch up in my man's van
Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop
You can't flush, fuckin us you're smacked with hock spit
Who dare square with me I break you
Tree worse dan a bumba 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 the door
heltah skeltah mean war

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

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