Luyện nghe bài hát F**k Ya Life

[feat.

Try to mines from growing
I'll make your blood flowing
1:]
I wet the whole entire then I broke off
Lift the [?] Russian sickle Nikolai
I never met a motherfucker that was so soft
I remain fire like who ain't turn their stove off
And I still rhyme cousin with a flawless
I got money and catch cases like
And y'all are Dennis Dixon, that's something different
I need another prescription, I got a pen
I got a Muslim shorty now but the ex was
She ain't the godliness of my position
Anybody who family is opposition
The M9 got a big nose, Scottie
sipping on the Goose, god hit this marley
My running out of fingers, young Vince Lombardi
I got a tat offensive similar to Victor
I meet a bitch, I don't sweat it, this ain't a party

Try to stop from growing
I'll make your blood stop
Fuck life
Try to stop from growing
make your blood stop flowing
Fuck life
Try to stop mines from
I'll make your stop flowing
Fuck your
Try to stop mines growing
make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your
2:]
I make blood money with flecks of blood
It's drug money, the aspect of it doesn't
All the blood and death is what it the X factor
A lot of and sweat goes into the trespassers
I kill swiftly, I like to life quickly
I take a of blood and make moonshine whiskey
I to keep the 911 lines busy
I like a fun in a crime-ridden city
All the that we use is worth every bump and bruise
Once the hunt pursues we on the Onion News
I don't run the problems I start [?]
We wet you up, no lifeguard on
I'm a bar or a movie
Then I'm a beauty watching hardcore nudity
Had to ditch the bitch that think we're dating
The old grey she ain't what she used to be

Try to stop from growing
I'll make your blood flowing
Fuck life
Try to stop mines growing
I'll your blood stop flowing
Fuck your
Try to stop from growing
I'll make blood stop flowing
Fuck life
Try to stop from growing
I'll make your blood stop
Fuck your
3:]
I'm that line of coke that you see on the mirror
your last sniff, now you think you seeing shit clearer
I'm the nigga behind you waiting to get paid
I'm that hard-assed that's waiting to get laid
I'm them Pumas that you that was made out of suede
You the nigga came to cop and got caught in the
I'm the that lies within the king cobra's core
That new blood through the enemy's soul
The spoils of life, the of men
John Wayne Gacy, Charlie Manson, again
I'm released the penitent, mind state militant
Bombs underneath the tent, basmala I
Sent to Earth from a galaxy
I am no contradiction, far a fallacy
Freddy in the booth bring nightmares to
World War 3, I'm by JMT

Try to stop from growing
I'll make your blood stop
Fuck life
Try to mines from growing
make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your
Try to stop from growing
I'll your blood stop flowing
Fuck your
Try to mines from growing
I'll make your stop flowing
your life