Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

Catch you on the
stomp yo fucken out homie
in the and
I'll watch the blood
one of the sewer things that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

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

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

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

Catch you on the
stomp yo fucken out

you on the streets.
that's how it down
you and me on the streets
and the
push him on the ground
tryina catch
break your wrist
while tryna catch your fall
when your on the floor
and you also and fall
and hit head on the ground
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, let's just home"

shit, shit, son.
I only 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. Bust a cap in your mother fucking face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead a bitch"

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

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

Catch you on the streets Stomp yo fucken out

What? say mother fucker aint got time.
(I'll) Gat you at sears, chase you down
and, I dont know, 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, laughter
ay
shit.
the fuck?
outta
left with the blood all over the love, the fucking dressing
of sears. Mother fucking tryna steal a tuxedo for yourself.

Caliente.