Luyện nghe bài hát Devilsh*t

Boy, boy, boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket

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

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

Keith]
Ski in the back seat
I'm turning 6th street, you to feel heat
E on the Burrough
Callin' cops in, in
Cocks in, are blocked in
out to Washington
Turn the down, clap with gun sound
Double lock, back up wit' the gun,
You walkin North but the sign say South
Ambulance, yo, yo, you down
Man, move, yo, kid, you duck
Fall in the foxhole, dodger
Hot ya now, move a little farther
Giddy-up hoes, you get though
My aim sharp so, .38 so
I duck when they scatter 'round the rugs though
I dump twicely, I dump
Kid precisely, penetrate the so
When I'm
Tech yo spray y