Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

Catch you on the
yo fucken head out homie
in the and
I'll the blood flow
into one of the sewer that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

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

The the dinosaurs
any mother fucker alive
on the of the freeway
I'll a corpse

I dont know, there's all over the highway, yeah.

Catch you on the
yo fucken head out

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

shit, shit, son.
I gotta tell you
"Catch you on the streets, mother fucker, let this be an
don't be fucking with my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. 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 smack a 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, chase you here
and, I dont know, found you in the room, naked.
started to the shit out of you
chopped yo dick off with a mother box cutter
and I laughed, with
ay
shit.
What the
outta
left with the blood all over the love, the fucking dressing
Inside of sears. Mother tryna steal a tuxedo for yourself.

Caliente.