Luyện nghe bài hát Club

No black sheep, played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and
Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed
Got the rings and the gold
Now bitches know my whole name
I penetrate em, I disintegrate em
I let the nigga date em, cuz I don't hate em
I spit voodoo, to the hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street
From villians to chillers, we made
And paid killers to scrilla
So what the you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you hear my
I the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins
(No soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your up if you a thug
And all them say

Mac]
(Woah!)
You see a soldier on the streets
(Woah!)
You them soldiers on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every time them soldiers speak
(Woah!)

[Kane &
Load your weapons, your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over
Hit the chest like heart
When my hammer cock back
And leave bullet in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to
What you want (?) ugly with 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now banned from tv
Niggas hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed,
See game, we regulated

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga that spell out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and
hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't what the fuck it mean
Nigga, the fuck, that's about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll the club up
Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you or slangin
Nigga when I put this Tank up you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was leave this motherfucker without
spellin a
K-L you done lost motherfuckin mind
Stop the cuz these niggas don't know about my click black
I with the M to the A to the C
the S to the E to the R to the V
Fuckin the T to the A to the N to the K
And when I come motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you coward gon die

[Big
Nigga what I
I claim TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU
I got my name Big Ed from I put between hips
I got my name Assassin from the way I out clips
the No Limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with aways when I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your up if you rowdy
And Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
it

[Snoop
Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker,
So I can come through and it TRU and do what the fuck I

I bust, I keep it TRU the 'ginnin
Snoop Dogg, the from Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all
If y'all try to come close, y'all run this race
I place my self above the
With my Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even out or trip out
Or dip out, niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I it don't tell it
Y'all can't it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two guns I come
Put for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get shine on cuz it's your time
And get my rhyme on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto
Mia X-rated, golden plated
Face it, they hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab they head and jump
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down lips to dick
I'm so I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is the
Lyrical warfare I
Some fake bitches like you is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close shop, woah