Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that three
That 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
stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get with the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the
I'm Stone Cold, I I slap then stomp
what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?

I'm when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya
Fuck this model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em at ya crib
It's the return of the shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors an awful passion
Forcin' the to crash in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

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

Bitch I 'em down with 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 them clubs, got no 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)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yeah, huh, yeah,
Family, Terror Squad