Luyện nghe bài hát Hit A Muthafucker

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I bet you
Hit a hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker hit a
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 clips
Deep alsways is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes all this shit
We cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 game
Now I was pullin a gun
We out so throw them
Don't hit that
Any why the fuck act you crazy man
We you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts

(??)
And let me crack you up
to get you hypnotized 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 mega plex
I rack up shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the
All around the rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My nigga gotta a deep breathe
A keep blowin they drop

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

(??)
I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something that nigga
I think his name was Cruchy
But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his
When he came to the door, I hit him in the
And I him on the floor
I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told that boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking boys
Cause the prophet boys be all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your throat and 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 shit
Call me misses mobb
Smoking all you hoes boutin' my damn self
hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for your
haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like fart under sheets, hold your breathe

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

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