Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

Catch you on the
stomp yo fucken out homie
in the and
watch the blood flow
into one of the sewer that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

the shit, dog
I'll a rock, I'll take down a giraffe
You dont know me
go the L.A. zoo and fucking take
these fuckers out

The gorrillas the
any fucker that's alive
on the of the freeway
I'll a corpse

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

Catch you on the
stomp yo fucken out

you on the streets.
that's how it goes
you and me on the streets
and the
fuckin push him on the
tryina catch
fuckin break wrist
while your tryna your fall
when your fallin on the
and you also slip and
and hit head on the ground
and be laughing with my homies as
we look
"look at this mother fucker, looks like he a bone... oh dang, he did! So, let's just roll home"

shit, shit, son.
I only tell you
"Catch you on the streets, fucker, let this 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 hearin' none of that bullshit because I gotta a mother fucker 25 times.

you on the streets Stomp yo fucken head out

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

Caliente.