Luyện nghe bài hát Hit A Muthafucker

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I bet you
Hit a motherfucker hit a (Bitch)
Hit a hit a motherfucker
I bet you
Push a push a motherfucker (Hoe)
a motherfucker push a motherfucker
I bet you

This ain't no we bring the pain
So you niggas trip
the club with all them thugs
And five extra
Deep alsways is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this
We cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia
Now I was pullin a gun
We out so throw thangs
Don't hit that
Any why the fuck act like you man
We know you niggas just some
You let our hang

(??)
And let me crack you up
Want to get you cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic plisto plex
I up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks stop
My nigga gotta take a breathe
A keep blowin till drop

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(??)
We ain't going to until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the
Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy handle
The crowd, the ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck (The Three 6)
And when the over I want to see (??) nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no 6 (Surprise)

(??)
I heard the that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I his name was Cruchy Blac
But I up to his house, I knocked upon his door
he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the
I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told that boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth of the motherfucking prophet boys
the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your and drag you like you want

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(Gangsta Boo)
Why to at my face
Why you talks behind my
you hitting you down when I (??) to attack
Never can't be
Cause this lady roll with right
Now I'm talking
Call me mobb bitch
Smoking all you hoes boutin' my damn self
hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for health
haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your

(??)
(...??...)
See I call up then niggas tellin me they
was stressed with you up on house that I'm hell
out there
See you telling always tell who always shells
(...??...)
How she really cares bout' her
Here he thinks he around a hoe round'

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