Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Terror Squad, Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off 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' mom's
Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the shit
moves, nobody get whacked with the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, locked on the concrete
I'm Cold, I mean I slap then stomp
Then what's to my .40 glock from 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 this role model shit, I'm blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya
It's the return of the worst shit that happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed raw plastic
off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin' the to crash in

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

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

Yo who that husky-ass nigga the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
151
Letcha cold run loose, I 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin' 'bout
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 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 clap me
Tonight I'm with my homie Joey
So get at me the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I spit intentions to rip

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

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

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

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

Bitch I break 'em down with Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, mouth, sit down, get up, get out
thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya know now ya know
at 'em Joe!

Fight club! club!
Fight club! 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)
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,
First Family, Squad