Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Gripsta

Yeah, nigga, seventh deadly sin
It's all that hardcore mind
Got my Radzay, my nigga Bazaro
My girl in the house
We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there this

A hard hit makes a ass, that's what they told me, huh
I'm totally gone, I'm in zone nigga put me on this
We layin' stick, my lyrics is
Havin' visions of ritual mirrors my sleep, nigga peep

I remember watchin' the news, dead in jimmy bag
I got a Nine get me mad
And me throw up razorblades and get to trippin'
I'm cats and crippin', is civil like Jack the Ripper

I'm on a drippin' a fog
An when it sees a million deceased
Some of police are hog, I'm actor baitin'
No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in places

Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces to Redder-Dip
I'm a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up
up, boss strangler, better save my mother
Flat packs will end as brothers, the covers

Bloody like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves
I'll strung a nigga all day to my play
You won't be back
I put that on my dear pops when I a fierce drop
My bloody revealin' Jason it's non-stop

The cemetary is what you
My steel is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call
Recommend that you get your
And watch your game fall

I like my shit hardcore
(Radzay, South L.A. nigga)
I only like my shit
I only like my hardcore
I only like my hardcore

for the night that you never wanted
These is taunted
Blacked out Impala the big rims on it
Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch on
Duck wit'cha kids, you know what you did

Motherfuck your niggas say, watch for the ricochet
It's gonna be hard to much, once my trigger spray
neither here nor there, just beware
'Cause when I off my gat flings like a roll flair

You now to the most hated
And most loved at the same 'cuz
Ice nigga what the you wanna do about a T
Most'cha niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see

Like you're rollin' in a V-12
pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped
Keep a clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop
It's game to rap about, shits' for real

Double action, ain't cock back no more
Got you bitch ass niggas like Taibo
Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just my flow
So, I you to keep it in the studio
Your attitude, you don't wanna me dude

My crews' like a fuckin' wild of escaped beasts
scientists, cross cells of apes and G's
All the war get you battle gear, fatigues
You talk shit, your crews' a casualty, uh!

I only like my hardcore
(Ice-T nigga, what?)
I only like my hardcore
I only like my hardcore
I only like my shit

Aiyyo, my be official, I bust like a pistol
Criminal the issue, mad the nigga been through
now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
Word up, robbin' boys to buy blunts

The representative, GorTek thought to be a stallion
Yo, I be Street Wars
The hardcore ambassador in a black four Akaror
I yours, he Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion

Heads I be sappin' like the I be baggin'
Fightin' women, cut throat and smokin'
Violatin', infiltratin', blunt
Block regulatin', the

Bake, a brick
expedition thicker to body stickin'
Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore
I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all

I only my shit hardcore
(Bazaro, down Bronx, baby)
I like my shit hardcore

On the mic, be flexin'
Who's next to wreck I mic check, mic check
I'm any verbal an' steppin'
What the fuck nigga duck, you fuckin' with this

Get touched cause I lust to when I clutch
With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I this
Who's next on my hit when I rip this
Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War
hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable

Your style, unfillable, my shit was stillable
I eel for the fuck of it, you know I'm lovin' it
Dick, suckin' it unless I see a buck in it
You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm
Leavin' your crew so you don't take it serious

I'm you was serious about the West, none test
I got the rep for my on the shaw
Got the ball, the law and yep I wet 'em out
As I to spread 'em out and dead 'em out
'em out, lay 'em out

Ain't no surprise, come see me four eyes
Young Grip, I'm a prize, for you demise
Recognize I put a hole in the aforenor
this is Coroner

Gripsta, Oakland,
I only like my shit