Luyện nghe bài hát Headhunter

Head hunter, God damn man, I'm getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna
Head hunter, God man, I'm gonna getcha
(Mastamind)

Right now, I bring the dead body
I'm goin for the dunk, a motherfuckin hunta
I'm aim, I got my eyes on the prize
drop low to the ground before I throw ya down
Bloods on my hands, got hit
Fuckin heads, goin in and out and in again
I didn't come to I come to drop shit
Don't ask why, a bitch then you'll die
I'm all fucked up in the head my gone with the wind
Real niggaz don't die, don't say to the bad guy
Mastamind and I to take you under with me
you on a trip through my underground city
When you roam don't alone behind ya
Run don't hide keep cause I'm comin
I find ya, Mastamind's a path finda
I gotta plan, I life in my hands
I sing my battle cry when the wicked drums are
I'm the hunta
Some old wicked shit a madman

I cut the head off the and I throw it at you
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I cut the head off the devil and I it at you
I cut the

(Esham)
I think I need some therapy my mind is tricks on me
I see everything in 3-D, I bust a shot at D
I'm better off dead, and if I'm then I'm better than
I looked inside his head again, fill him fulla lead
Janie's gun again someone said I done em in
If I did, I done em 13 ways so here I again
Murder for my might I might, cut you with a butcher
Butcher burn you better better burn you up on devil's
Cracka jack killa cracka with an ax
So take it it yo, or take it take it slow
Better duck when I buck or gettin waxed
But if I got an ax you go
Cause I'm the head

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(Mastamind)
I'm ready to do away witcha, in a day I'm get'cha
cha, slit cha
Aggrevations of the world down on me
Now I'm starvin for a cracker cause he to clown on me
Now you're life's in my hands, get on ya knees
I'm back, I'm back to put ya on ya
Bulldozer ya ass over, and lay ya flat its like
I seen ya cracka smile when they hung us the trees
I had flashbacks, don't ask why I got an ax
Fightin for the
Judgement day is here, time to the book at the crook
Take it all back, ya took
I step in ya about to confront cha
I'mma take you under, I'mma hunter
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(Esham)
I think I a shotgun, pop and I got one
Devil underground, scattered brains all
Pull the trigga nigga, nigga grave digger
hunter wig splitta, slave nigga
Freaka catcha, gonna with a bullet
Soon as I the hammer back, the trigger pull it
Hole in the back of ya head, so now you're
In God we so I bust with a gun shot
shit I gotta empty out the holy clip
Head hunta don't stop, head hunta chop
I blow ya baby's head off so bust a lead off
You'll be dead off, instead blood red off
Chopped off in a cop car
The H-E-A-D
So far haven't caught yet
Number one fuck around and get ya damn shirt wet
You know I'm gonna you know I
Ya better get ya out from in fronta
I'm the head hunta

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