Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Trip

Don't you this is the soul assassins
We come and them
We riders, this is how we doin'

I spent hot days the sun with all my loved ones
assassins family click you know the dark one
Eastside hellraisers, pay us
To tear the roof of this shit, the mic
Smoke goin off, flowin off
The track, got em showin off, off
All niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up
Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin
God knows weedniggas ya ya find ways
To the path of the serial rhyme-killa
Top billa, bankaccount
Spittin out hot shit then godzilla
The firebreatha, turn up receiva
I attack the brain the sound in ya speaka

No you can't fuck this...
No you can't fuck this...

You hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry
Rhymestyle non-stop in a flurry
Don't worry, imma this, get the fist
I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my
You to be here, I make this clear
It's a game of from ear to ear
Can you in the world when, where ya girlfriend
Hanging with my and steady serving
Come get your feeling hurt and come act
I got a ditch in my for all you scared niggas
I figures for all the soldiers to follow
Peace to my fam, bands who see the ...
I see you in the next one, I one
When you flex son, respect one, the one
Cypress hill, assassins, blastin you on
In the race called yo we passin you on

Don't you this is the soul assassins
We come and them
We riders, this is how we doin'

you trip this is the soul assassins
Who be stupid come be the first to die