Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, ramadan
Its that rap Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H.
In tank-light totes, iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep
extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
Ain't no where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking
You should know my
Went from ten G's for to thirty G's a show
To with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I and bust
If the between us, we can settle it
With the and metal shit
I it hot, like a kettle get
delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was don't hit me no more

in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
Look how it get, when ya marked with death
Should I your breath should I let you die
In you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't the word sick
You cursed it, but it
I drop unexpectedly like bird
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm with them
Son, I'm you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, but dicks
to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, with my own click
Take to Cairo, laying with yo bitch
I know you you was rich, fucking prick
I see ya I'ma

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

This goes out for that choose to use
views on the King of NY
Fuck that, why try, bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, that light shit, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in
more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote like Bronson, vigilante
You to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other in this rap thing
siblings, nothing but my children
One shot, they
Its ill when, used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the
They weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the shake, that's why my money never funny
And you recouping, stupid