Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with
Just refuse 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 shit causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin'

I come to every with intention to do harm
a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear
thief that'll 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' a bank, cops see me and faint

drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by your throat
Push your baby into the street 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your
This is 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 she's handicapped, the said Bizarre couldn't rap

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

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

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do
Whenever you hear some and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with
Just refuse whenever 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 that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin'

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

The in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you out this 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, fight music

I'm a nigga that loves
And won't hesitate to you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a like bear traps
Blow his head back right in 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 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 I'm swingin' is stingin' 'em
See all these niggaz? When I in the club, I'm bringin' 'em
If any nigga too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em
green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium

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

If I could the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare 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 thinkin' you got me in hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me you're not me
You'll never 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 to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to me

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

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do
you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever 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 that mass confusion
And drastic of people actin' stupid, it's fight music