Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club

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

I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for
Blow in ya car seat and roll over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit, I'm 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
like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an awful
Forcin' the walls to in

You see them kids, make 'em all bastards
Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them
We the realest niggaz touch the mic
(Blah)
And we love to
(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)
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)
Open up his

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

(Somebody get hurt today)
So be it
We the fam, you see it
(First family)
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy 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 issued .45,
I with intentions to rip

Put-put out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz
Push his hat back paces, leave 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 remember the motherfuckin'
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this nigga?

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

Oh motherfucker uh uh, 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 wine
Wish a motherfucker would 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 pretty bad, 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 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)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yeah, huh, yeah,
First Family, Terror