Luyện nghe bài hát Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks

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

Verse rock, ruck

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

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

I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz
of a set I buck shots with a steel tec
Wussy, where's all them talkin tracks bout they rnrin
(they us comin and turned to track stars, check it)
I be, sloppy, I be rotc
I rock heads from bedrock to
Robbin you and your crew yeah we do crimes
that absolut's fine, or in to behind
Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot
Like screwface, I in the mood to bash eyes in
Devils does know who I am, madman heltah skeltah
Mr. flipster, rock, of sam

As the turns in my search for tomorrow
I seek the God in life, for insight
Freaky like a shower when my golden bowels
Hit instrumentals get influential like powell, now
Fuck the world, stick my dick in the
Pull on spooks who claim I ain't cool like levert
Expert when I network my like a rebel
Vexed cause the devil never take me to that level
It's never in asphault jungles
When you slang rocks and in back deal with bundles
Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, you
Lyrical landlord, fuckin rent due

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

two: rock, ruck

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 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 your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit
You can't flush, fuckin with us you're smacked with hock
Who dare with rock me I break you
Tree times worse dan a claat earthquake do
Heltah skeltah is hit the deck then step
If you wanna hear your neck
See this center, but really play no
I do my with a motherfuckin mac you fall
To the floor, ogc hit up everything come through the door
heltah skeltah mean war

So what's the reason for the treason, you wanna die
My crucify those who try to defy
God devine drop bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude the lyrics instead of my nine (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 strikes
Me and rock is this tight (there'll never be no fights)
lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks
Who sniff coke, now your broke ain't no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways with of wisdom
Like cyclops I fly shots with ill vision
Similar to none son so it seem
Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they

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