Luyện nghe bài hát Hand On My Nutsac

I got my hand on my nutsac 'cross the stage
In a motherfuckin' rage, like a animal in a
I catch like a junkyard fool
around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool

Yep, me on the motherfuckin' mic-a
Nova, to strike niggas like a viper
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 punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, it
how it go when ya dealin' with a proper
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it

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

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

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

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

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

It's time for me to step so I'm steppin' in
I was a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga wanna test me but he best me
Buck, buck to the chest and I you're deathly

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

Ass, feces, you wanna see me
With a flashlight 'cause I serve ass
Word to the homies
And you know you hold me or throw me, so blow me

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

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

Hoes be actin' like they love me but they only wanna me
And suck me but touch me
Back up off me hooker 'cause I be taken
Go you another motherfucker, you can break it

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

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