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

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

(??)
And let me crack you up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this
a mystic type of business than 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 shots cuase on my run 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 take a breathe
A keep blowin till drop

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(??)
We going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push to the floor
Put your foot in his 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 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 was Cruchy Blac
But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his
When he to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I him on the floor
I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be all of ya'll
tear around your throat and drag you like you want

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(Gangsta Boo)
Why to styling at my
Why you behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down I (??) to attack
Never can't be
this lady roll with right click
Now I'm talking
Call me misses bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my self
hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars yourself
We be like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe

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

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