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 motherfucker a motherfucker (Hoe)
a motherfucker push a motherfucker
I bet you

This ain't no we bring the pain
So don't you niggas
Fallin the club with all 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 out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was a fucking gun
We out so throw thangs
Don't hit white
Any why the act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some
You let our hang

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

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(??)
We ain't going to stop until some people die up in the audience
Word up, push to the floor
Put your in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru 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 got no Three 6 (Surprise)

(??)
I heard the streets that a has said, something about that nigga
I his name was Cruchy Blac
But I walk up to his house, I upon his door
he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I him on the floor
I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told fucking boy
of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of
Ganna tear around your and drag you like you want

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(Gangsta Boo)
Why to styling at my
Why you behind my back
Hitting you you down when I (??) to attack
Never be fade
this lady roll with right click
Now I'm talking
Call me misses mobb
automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging you skanks
Cause I'm bad for your
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout'
We be stanking like fart under sheets, hold your breathe

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

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