Luyện nghe bài hát Devilsh*t

Boy, boy, boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket

Maximum overdrive, how to stay
Jumpin' Lear jets no parachute, skydive
Fuck these niggaz, I'm runnin' a .45
I don't wanna be, ugh, I even wanna be alive
But if I be NATAS, the hottest 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 turn ya day sunny
The got my nose runny
Still up in these races
Runnin' against racists
Treat ya Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces
And I don't be alive

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

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