Luyện nghe bài hát Gargoyle Serenade

Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles, like with it
Run a check, bet you they say he livid
He got a voice out mayne! He don't wear a muzzle
West coast fixture, him you in trouble
Niggarish nigga, dig that with a
Broccoli in the air, up in a huddle
'Bout to blast off - like a space
RealHustlersUnite.com, born in the
be weak, gotta earn your keep
Gotta woke while everybody else asleep
Cause they dusty mayne, they dirty mayne, they'll try and
up on you from beind and make yo' melon leak
Watch yo' back, and yo'
Gotta the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt
Braveheart, not a
It can go at any time, be prepared for funk
I was built for this shit, seen cats get peeled in shit
for either flappin lips, or warrin over a chick
Either that or snitch or owe somebody some chips
Used to flick and pitch, fucked around and got rich!
So damn ferocious, man I don't know if y'all noticed
I'm tryin to bubble sodas it's funky like halitosis
Stanky gritty no pity, it's a in every city
On the ave where it's mannish, posted up with the

Uhh! from a leave of absence
Got the block pregnant, now it's havin
All boys, not like the Braxtons
that white like the Kardashians
On the track like a weave! Loaded as fuck,
Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of
And I a bitch WOULD, try to slide through I'm ready
I'ma send him back in a box and I ain't talkin 'bout a
I'm totin heavy, that'll fuck a fucker UP!
A roll, look like a snake curled up
Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, goes the hundred round
WOOOOOO, the amba-lambs, here come
Flatlined, folks cryin, "My was an angel sir!"
But little did she know that her lil' was a finagler
A robber, a thief, a stealer, into somethin
A peeler, runnin, the po'-po' and the soil, he had it comin
BEOTCH!