Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that three
them there polyester
(Uh, nigga)
Ya me?
(What the fuck, the fuck, huh?)
(Terror Squad, Family)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Yeah, uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin' nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's
stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, get whacked with the contract
Yo' at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap stomp
Then what's to stop my .40 glock rumblin' your calm streets?

I'm troubled when I on deep, loco for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and over ya Rover
Fuck role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya
It's the return of the worst shit that ever
like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya with an awful passion
the walls to crash in

You see kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to clap a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin'
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast them pearlies
We the realest niggaz touch the mic
(Blah)
And we to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz give up the knife!
(Ante up)

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
up his back

Yo who that nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this
Crackin' and with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
151
Letcha run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass boy talkin' 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, lookin' pyjamas

(Somebody get hurt today)
So be it
We the fam, you see it
(First family)
Put trouble in ya voice homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in
down, Get back!
(Calm down)

For you niggaz wanna trap me I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
Everybody wanna me
Tonight I'm my Spanish homie Joey
So get at me the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I with intentions to rip

Put-put out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz
Push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin'
Cobra ass you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
remember the motherfuckin' deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how feel nigga?

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
up his back

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen yet
Got a from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee,
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie
a motherfucker would look and he shall find
Ten million to die!
I'm the thickest of the
Ain't too many niggaz with the rumble
the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, mouth, sit down, get up, get out
thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't now ya know
at 'em Joe!

Fight club! club!
club! Fight club!
Fight club! club!
at 'em Joe!

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yeah, huh, yeah,
First Family, Terror