Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them glisterin' off that three quarterla
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 Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' crib
Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm
Nobody moves, get whacked with the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then
what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?

I'm when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
holes in ya car seat and roll 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 of the worst shit that ever happened
like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya with an awful passion
Forcin' the to crash in

You see them kids, I'll 'em all bastards
Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast them pearlies
We the niggaz ever touch the mic
(Blah)
And we to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz up the fuckin' 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 them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

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

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

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

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

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)
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)
Open up his

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

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

Fight club! club!
Fight club! club!
club! Fight 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)
up his back

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

Yeah, huh, yeah,
First Family, Terror