Luyện nghe bài hát Grab My Gun

I'm sticking icepicks on the tip of your
your testicles a swift kick
ain't some shit
am I
harder the planet
it ain't no miss it's a with a spliff
and a fist pressed on yo back
so what you want nigga how you act
I hope civilized cause I love to see die
brains all out on the street
and the pastor he was a good man
played the bad man the burner was in his hand
now he's singing sad songs Elvis
three to the head six cross the pelvis
you fuck the high die you die
the same motherfucker
if you up in the sky
I want some old nex
suplex hardcore section

a loop all I need to display
is the proof I put it to you boy
hope you got the
biggie smalls the rap
I keep the glock by the
the cut fuck sluts
with the big butts
I used to rub a
my style is Gucci the hookers pussy
and it take a lot of black puff
to put me into em
like that little nigga
19 to my mothafucking cranium
gang-thight gun motherfucker
in they brains thought biggie was a sucker
I tricked em I gave me then I snitched em
I stripped em cause niggas dont want the
told you before how I bring gun
playing Larry Johnson and his mama

around and feel the fury of a high nigga
when I get busy throw you hands in the sky
I got the illest of the ill mentality niggas be me
knowing that they rather be me all up in my back
tryna my track
when i used to sell crack I aint had like that
rules watch your pockets and your jewels
a nigga front throw a gat to the
next one to move is blasted
streets to a flows from the ill gettho
as I release master peace like indecent
stuck to your ass like tissue when wiping fast
mc's a hard time believing
I'm with death hard to kill like steven
jacob I'm leaving
The black man's motto: you got a better playing lotto