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

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

(??)
And let me crack you up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you scarecrow
a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
Cause we young, my time, my
a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run pop
I make sure they get so wild, they caps right on the spot
All the planet rock, the ghetto 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 some down people die up in the
Word up, push them to the
Put your foot in his guts so watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't
The crowd, the gotta ru 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 a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I think his name was Cruchy
But I up to his house, I knocked 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
Shouldn't of ran his about of the motherfucking 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 talks my back
Hitting you hitting you down when I (??) to
Never be fade
Cause this lady roll right click
Now I'm talking
Call me misses mobb
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn
Never hanging you skanks
Cause I'm bad for health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart sheets, hold your breathe

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

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