Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them glisterin' off that three quarterla
That them there
(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 motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' crib
Ship biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the
I'm Stone Cold, I 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
holes in ya car seat and roll over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit, I'm finna out ya wig
Bitch! bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever
like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors an awful passion
Forcin' the walls to in

You see kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin'
through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them
We the realest ever touch the mic
(Blah)
And we love to
(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)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
up his back

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
up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin Joey Grills
(We international)
151
Letcha run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For pretty boy talkin' 'bout drama
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 wanna trap me I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish Joey
So get at me with the ghetto .45, semi-automatic
I with intentions to rip

pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz
Push his hat back paces, leave him standin' still
Cobra ass you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
remember the motherfuckin' deal
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)
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 uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was there
Duck tape, ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie
Wish a would look and he shall find
Ten ways to die!
I'm the of the fire
Ain't too many niggaz round with the
With the in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em with Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya know 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 them clubs, got no 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