Luyện nghe bài hát Devilsh*t

Boy, boy, boy
Gotta in my pocket [2x]

Maximum overdrive, how to alive
Jumpin' outta Lear no parachute, skydive
Fuck these niggaz, I'm wit' a .45
I don't wanna be, ugh, I don't even wanna be
But if I gotta be NATAS, the nigga wit' coatist
Bein' stated's what us, bloody up ya pratas
I drag ya through the mud
Got love for guns, got for slugs
Drugs, thugs wit' money ya rainy day sunny
The got my nose runny
Still runnin' up in races
Runnin' against these
Treat ya like Joe Bruce wit' 2
And I don't wanna be

(Chorus)
Boy, boy, boy
Gotta in my pocket
Boy, boy, boy
Gotta in my pocket
Dump, dump, dump, dump, dump,
Dump, dump, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma
Boy, boy, boy
rocket in my pocket
Boy, boy, boy
rocket in my pocket

[Kool
Ski masks in the seat
I'm 6th street, you bout to feel heat
E on the Burrough
Callin' in, glocks in
Cocks in, are blocked in
Moving out to
Turn the down, clap with gun sound
lock, back up wit' the gun, clown
You walkin North but the sign say bound
Ambulance, yo, yo, you bucked
Man, move, yo, kid, you down
in the foxhole, move dodger
Hot ya vest now, move a farther
Giddy-up hoes, you get fucked
My aim sharp so, .38 so
I duck shells they scatter 'round the rugs though
I dump twicely, I dump
Kid precisely, the wall so
I'm also
Tech penetrate yo y