Luyện nghe bài hát Hit A Muthafucker

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

This ain't no game we the pain
So don't you trip
the club with all them thugs
And five extra
alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes all this shit
We gonna cut ya
And let you chuck out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was a fucking gun
We out so throw thangs
hit that white
Any why the act like you crazy man
We you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts

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

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(??)
We ain't going to stop until down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the
Put your foot in his guts so aple them 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, we got it buck buck (The Three 6)
And the shows over I want to see (??) nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no 6 (Surprise)

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I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about nigga
I think his name was Blac
But I walk up to his house, I upon his door
When he to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the
Then I hit him and hit him
I told that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking boys
Cause the 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 my back
you hitting you down when I (??) to attack
Never be fade
Cause this lady with right click
Now I'm shit
me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my self
Never hanging with you
I'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout'
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, your breathe

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

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