Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Terror Squad, 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 motherfuckin' nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's
Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked the contract
Yo' at they concert, it's 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 troubled when I on deep, loco for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car and roll over ya Rover
Fuck role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw
Blastin' off ya with an awful passion
Forcin' the walls to in

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

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

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

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

Put-put pieces out yo' bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at faces
Push his hat back seven paces, leave him still
Cobra ass nigga you beg me to
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
Y'all remember the deal
You get yo' ass zipped up, how this 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)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

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

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