Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, thong
Now a gun, I'll put it in your palm
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 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 that you don't have to ask who it
You just that's the new shit
The type of shit causes mass confusion
And movement of people actin' stupid

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

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

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

I slap freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin', back and fucked up
His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, it's music

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

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

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

You Liberace's, Versace's and you
me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause not me
You'll stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me

I came to save these new generations of
From parents who to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy
To to praise me, I'm makin' '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 this is for any kid who gets picked on
A song to retaliate to and it's called

This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you refuse it
It's just some shit for these to trash they rooms with
refuse whenever they 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 that causes confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's fight