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)
a motherfucker push a motherfucker
I bet you

This ain't no game we bring the
So you niggas trip
the club with all them thugs
And extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we no joke
So when you talk all this shit
We cut ya throat
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 know you niggas just hoes
You let our nuts

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And let me you mind up
Want to get you hypnotized you this scarecrow
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 and autistic mega plisto plex
I up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the clocks don't stop
My nigga gotta take a breathe
A keep blowin till they

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

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I heard the that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I his name was Cruchy Blac
But I up to his house, I knocked upon his door
he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the
I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the prophet boys
Cause the prophet be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna around your throat and drag you like you want

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

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

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