Luyện nghe bài hát Hand On My Nutsac

I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the
In a rage, like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks a junkyard fool
Fuck and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool

Yep, that's me on the motherfuckin'
Nova, happy to strike niggas like a
Who rules the to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long,

I got more flavor a truck load of Snickers
Ya her by the straps, ya got to kick her, fuck it
That's how it go when ya with a proper
Got my on the mic and I'm about to let it flow

Coolio locc and I'm to blast
Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a and I jacked his ass
Motherfuckers curse me but can't hurt me
When I'm doin' dirt, why I show no mercy

I the scripts and it's the dips when I rips
And rock the fuckin' for the Bloods and Crips
Danger, danger, ol' gangsta,
Droppin on the

40 Thevz and the with a plan to make some stops
die on the street but they don't play taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't
My name ain't Alex but I still got roots

I bang, bang, to the air, now ya dead
It was a and white thang but now it's blue and red
This ain't an episode of Batman, it's like a Blackman
Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya

Niggas on the top and you don't deserve
They punks, their rags is fucked, they shouldn't even be bumpin'
Suckas play the back 'cause I'm dope I rap
And my on my motherfuckin' nutsac and it's like that

time for me to step so I'm steppin' in deep
I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the
Sucka nigga test me but he can't best me
Buck, buck to the chest and I guess deathly

Now I treat ya like a sucka
you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker
Coolio but you can me Boo
I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya style is doo-doo

Ass, feces, you don't see me
With a flashlight 'cause I that ass
to the motherfuckin' homies
And you know you hold me or throw me, so blow me

How many niggas must I stick you get my dift?
And fully not to fuck with this
I never a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her
One stand and once again she's a loner

'Cause I won't be played out, strung out, out
She only gave it up because she thought I had crack
And I be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause I'm hip to ya

be actin' like they love me but they only wanna fuck me
And suck me but touch me
Back up off me hooker I won't be taken
Go find you motherfucker, you can break it

I gots to keep playin' these niggas like
And hit 'em like King Kong, they singin' the same
93 is the year and yes I'm gettin'
Gave a shot to the 121 'cause my niggas

Scotty B shotgun, boom, he got one
Only God knows if catch a hot one
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, in the back
And my hand's on my nutsac and it's like that

I got my on my nutsac, na na na na na na
I got my on my nutsac, na na na na na na
I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na and like that