Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

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 some for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just whenever they asked to do shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' on?
I'm Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come
Show you gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump,

The snub in my paw, it in your jaw
Have you runnin' out fuckin' club in your drawers
We lovin' the broads, nothin' to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight

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

I slap your freak, bump you and won't
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in own drink
I suffocated my just 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 Rodney 'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin' 'em premium

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

If I capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you
And hypocrites who think the same shit but say shit

You Liberace's, Versace's and you
Watch me you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause not me
You'll never stop me, I'm top as you pop me

I came to save new generations of babies
From who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go
That's how I got this nation to embrace me

And you if you think I'ma admit wrong
I any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets on
A sick to retaliate to and it's called

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

The type of shit that you have to ask who produced it
You know that's the new shit
The type of shit causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, fight music