Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

you on the streets
stomp yo fucken out homie
in the and
I'll the blood flow
into one of the sewer things says
"Flowing to the ocean"

the shit, dog
I'll throw a rock, I'll take a giraffe
You even know me
go the L.A. zoo and fucking take
these mother out

The the dinosaurs
any mother that's alive
on the side of the
I'll stab a

I dont know, blood all over the highway, yeah.

you on the streets
stomp yo head out

you on the streets.
that's how it down
with you and me on the
and the
fuckin push him on the
catch yourself
fuckin your wrist
while your tryna your fall
your fallin on the floor
and you also and fall
and hit your head on the
and I'll be with my homies as
we down
"look at mother fucker, looks like he broke a bone... oh dang, he did! So, let's just roll home"

shit, shit, son.
I only tell you
"Catch you on the streets, mother fucker, let be an example
don't be fucking my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother fucking face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead like a bitch"

I'm mad, grimy, nasty. Grimy ass niggas with jenky shit.

I dont like none of that bullshit because I gotta smack a mother fucker 25 times.

Catch you on the Stomp yo fucken head out

What? say what? mother fucker got time.
(I'll) Gat you at sears, you down here
and, I dont know, found you in the room, naked.
started to the shit out of you
chopped yo dick off with a fucking box cutter
and I laughed, with
ay
shit.
the fuck?
outta
left with the blood all over the love, the fucking room
of sears. Mother fucking tryna steal a tuxedo for yourself.

Caliente.