Luyện nghe bài hát Crimey

Yeah nigga - part muh'fucker
Thugged out (Grimey)
Neptunes - nigga nigga (Grimey)
Violator - what nigga (Grimey)
This shit is serious - type (Grimey)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga what (Grimey)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga what (Grimey)
Uh, uh-uh, part nigga (Grimey)
Yo, yo, yo

It's like fuck, it's Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga
I boogies, conspiracy theory
It's like I'm Malcolm, with the X
These bitches swear they in love but it's the X
Niggas act like, my ain't long in stress
I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
I flip, obsolete see I'm the of the streets
And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on beats
In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the
This year I'll bring the shit home to his
Go 'head, and hatin, until you receive
Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to
See you a hater like & Buc, nigga what
And fuck Tommy Boy, niggaz just suck
I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, swallow my spit
Wanna every bottle I sip

[Chorus: Williams]
Nigga when that heat, is off
And the come, and rush you off
And the witness - we don't know dem boys
Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey
Then we resume, with stars
Then we in fat houses and fat ass cars
Then we and scream - nigga FUCK the law
Me and my goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

Yo, yo
I alternated with the greatest, my speech
We Violator violatin, niggaz capiche?
It's like late night on (?) Beach
Drink some ranches and get slurped at least
Let's fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it
had hit records, but we done did it
Pop a collar; see them chicks they to holla N.O.!
You know them hoes already know they gotta
Money like Nutty Professor - fat as
gold albums; ain't none of it luck
Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, you up
Since you, seem so tense release the
I'm connected, the police my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, naw nigga I'ma feel more
Nigga this my year, you gonna feel
we got it but still try and feel more

[Bridge: Pharrell (Noreaga)]
of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey)
Toothbrush and rusty guns (Grimey)
get popped can't hush me son (Grimey)
Sellin everything 'til they me dunn (Grimey)
93 Ac' fuck a nigga (Grimey)
Saliva at the mouth of your nigga (Grimey)
wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)
Never cleanin up, screw that (Grimey)

You see we unbreakable, niggaz is uncapable
We 2G we use gats that's untraceable
Still smokin, and niggaz how I do it
big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick
Just me and shorty, late in the park
And gettin so much I'm startin to feel smart
Off Beelzebub, feelin my love cold heart
See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break
We switchin labels, now it's to break niggaz
We switchin labels, now it's time to niggaz

[Pharell
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Violator - nigga what (Grimey)
shit is serious (Grimey)
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(Grimey) (Grimey)