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

This no game we bring the pain
So don't you trip
Fallin the club all them thugs
And five clips
Deep alsways deep is how we cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes all this shit
We cut ya throat
And let you right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin a gun
We out so them thangs
Don't hit white
Any why the act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some
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 plisto
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 planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't
My nigga gotta take a deep
A keep till they drop

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

(??)
I heard the streets a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I think his was Cruchy Blac
But I up to his house, I knocked upon his door
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
Ganna tear around your and drag you like you want

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(Gangsta Boo)
Why to at my face
Why you behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down when I (??) to
can't be fade
Cause lady roll with right click
Now I'm shit
me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you 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 that that I'm hell
out there
See you telling always tell who always shells
(...??...)
How she really bout' her hair
Here he thinks he around a hoe round'

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