Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with
Just refuse whenever they to do shit

The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new
The type of shit that mass confusion
And drastic movement of actin' stupid

I come to every with intention to do harm
With a arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear
Paranoid thief steal from his own moms

Connivin' Kon, with a bomb
Strapped to my screamin', "Let's get it on"
A lush that to drink, drunk drivin' a tank
Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and

drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my by slittin' your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince
Your mens beat the minute I step onto your street
is fight music

You why my hands are so numb? No
'Cause my sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh
this whore for talkin' crap, bitch
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch Bizarre couldn't rap

I fuckin' you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you
Dr. Dre videotapes you, hell yeah
Satan got me on this song
Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy while I'm on the John

of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong,
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your songs

This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't it
It's just shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new
The type of shit that mass confusion
And drastic movement of people stupid

bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom
Show you gun funk
Sixteen and one pump, click-clack

The in my paw, shove it in your jaw
you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to
But it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music

I'm a nigga loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear
Blow his head back in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"

I slap your freak, bump you and speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in own drink
I suffocated my shrink for talkin', came back and fucked up
His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, fight music

beads I'm swingin' is stingin' 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm 'em
If any nigga lookin' too hard, we King 'n 'em
green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium

Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or it at 'em
Hold up a of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin', right when wife's lookin'
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life

If I could the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you
And hypocrites who think the shit but don't say shit

You Liberace's, and you Nazis
Watch me 'cause you you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna me 'cause you're not me
never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me

I came to these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're
To grow to praise me, I'm 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole to embrace me

And you fugazi if you I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm on
And song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and called

This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit
you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms
refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit you don't have to ask who produced it
You know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's music