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 rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, M.H. White
In totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep
Keep clips for extra shit
next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
Ain't no where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard
With my man Capone, dumbing, something
You should my steelo
Went from ten G's for to thirty G's a show
To orgies with I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I squeeze and
If the beef between us, we can it
With the chrome and metal
I make it hot, like a get
You're delicate, you better get, who ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

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

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

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

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

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, ya marked with death
Should I start your breath I let you die
In fear you to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word
You cursed it, but it
I unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with
Son, I'm surprised you run them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but
Trying to blow up nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme my own click
Take to Cairo, laying with yo bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking
When I see ya

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

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

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

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

goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the of NY
Fuck that, why try, bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or it
of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel Bronson, vigilante
You to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other in this rap thing
They siblings, but my children
One shot, disappearing
Its ill when, MC's to be on cruddy shit
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied
Now they on money shit, successful out the blue
light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, that's why my never funny
And you still recouping,