Luyện nghe bài hát Its A Craze

iight go stubob

a hoe muvafuka
speakin all but dont blow muhfukaz
dem dicks, wedged between ya lip and tonsils
repercussions the vandals, i eat the beef 'cause it is maditory you cant ignore me
if you do yous sum fluke
giv you to regurgutate seein me makes you puke
the fucks all the rhymin about
you in the game suttin like wheres wally, we cant see ya you out
dat bitch a mile away, with the doo rag, the chewed bag
the fake hustlers dream, a few rocks but mostly fiend
i do rap, the consequence its dat
i spit what i knew dat, you not dat dat ya wanna be
man on me den its gotta be man
your entertainment, is my yous the clown
at the basement, i got men to hand out dem facelifts
get ya face split 'cause i am not wasting
just it, co operations had its day now the games full of rappers gay rappers
actors mostly being
gimme the cake, light the candles and im cream
next year ambitionz is more focused the same old team
too many germs infectin by a thread i wiv listerine
kiss the goodbye im in that same old liquid green
thermo, you war ya turds tho
shit ya out and flush, ya trust me if i think yous a lil bit pussy
me, ill drop a gem on all of dese punks
comin back with sum immaculate factual plan of duck!!
see us we on that ghetto vibes, us
i know its hard when ya hate overpowers the love so lust
you will never be, lethal me
i ya crew down, leave dem in they birthday suites how bowt you know
your whole click is ridiculous, dem bois hating you
to cop at me you gunna the swat team at the back of you

its a when we step on the pave ment
your face flushed, get dat beat if ya dont got dat pay ment
we the livest, you cant deny, you hide it
we smile in the face of death face of death we

its a motherfuckers, when we on road,
we keep locked tight and expose you hoes,
on the circumstances, we make the nervous dance,
rumour has it, u a bitch with a habit,
u togetha, summit like romantic,
you all birds of the feather,
tight like an astmatic,
my flows are hotter heat, and urs are cold as the atlantic,
its like u a fiend for fear , summit a crack addict,
im like the of death, i'l follow ya steps,
dont be holdin ya breath pussy, mans there necks,
in all sortsa blood, 6 feet is the depth,