Luyện nghe bài hát Come Out To Play (w/Jamie Madrox)

[Anybody ]
you at mother fucker?
Heard you been shit,
But everytime I around its like you seen to forget,
Shut your mouth you little hoe before I your lip,
In words you'd be a dead little punk ass bitch,
I won't forget you everytime I'm pissing your grave,
Or when I'm slanging in hoods that you once claimed,
about the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same,
Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm for rain,
So come and , with me,
At least until the sky gray,
Shooting off my aarows AK's ,
Amazing situations colors of man,
Represent the nation,
street level,
Running course,
Keeping you shady scared to come up off your porch so come and,
with me,
Unless you me,
Because the native keeps changing me.

Come and play me!
(Even if it your death)
Come and play, You me!
(My swings right to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my last breathe)
And you to see!
(These men upon out chests)
Come and with me..

come out and play,
are straight,
I'm A-B-K!
I'd rather be dead fade away,
All my life I've been a I wouldn't change a day,
What I'm quit playing,
tell you how its laying,
See me in the streets,
Psychopathic Chain Swaying,
Anybody Killa so it no delaying,
Dead bodies 6 feet in the decaying,
I come out with the serial numbers on my gun out,
The tribal war on my face will make you run out,
Bust in the sky and shoot the sun out,
And keep the clip until every last one out,
Erasing all the that this world brings,
light shines bright on shattered dreams,
Keep away a killa,
a gat that feinds,
And get own fucking bullshit schemes.

Come and with me!
(Even if it your death)
Come and play, You me!
(My tomahawk swings to left)
You wait and see!
(I'll be a till' my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
Come and play me..

[Jamie ]
Twiztid, Madrox, And The A-B-K,
automatic weapons from renegade and Bombay,
Fuck and them fake ass pimps,
We the in the water,
popcorn shrimps,
So you can eat my sauce and ass,
Throw an east in the air, we walk past,
fast,
You can be a hater with to say,
But you talking the door so come out and play..

Come and with me!
(Even if it your death)
Come and play, You me!
(My swings right to left)
You wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
and play with me..

Come and with me!
(Even if it means death)
Come and play, You me!
(My tomahawk right to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
and play with me..

These up on our chest...
hatchetmen up on our chest..
These up on our chest...
hatchetmen up on our chest..

Lyrics By: Billy