Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

[Lil'
on, yeah OK
Motherfucker, y'all who it is
Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz
I got my nigga with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the motherfuckin' niggas
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them J, come on

Yeah, name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just home
But I put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a on the East, but I'm huge in the South
This is in the trenches and everybody starvin'
So to get the money right we put the on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel the ol' days
Fuckin' with the liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta
When you to war every thug got his match
SS baby, blue with the mack in it
Big gold cup rhinestones with my pack in it
It's like the but the broads is fine
And if they puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style
My motherfuckin' to reconcile with
Nigga

We knockin' heads off,
We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, heads off yeah
We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, heads off yeah
You go nigga
go ho
You go nigga
go ho
You wanna go
go ho
You go nigga
go ho
What...what...what...what...what

[Lil'
We it go nigga
go ho
We it go nigga
go ho
We it go nigga
go ho
What...what...what...what...what
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
We our...fuckin'...click up
We give a if you don't...like us
We our...fuckin'...click up
We a fuck if you don't...like us
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
We'll...shut the...club
If y'all...niggas...wanna
We'll...shut the...club
Bitch...say...something now

[Lil'
Whaaaat....Whaaaaat
Y'all know the beat breakdown and shit
up, what's up
It's time to get buck wild in this biiiitch
Now what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real and ladies out there, OK
Y'all to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya click
I ain't of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin'
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit

[Lil'
Yeah, BME ho, we up out this
Ryders ho, what's up
But before we
I gotta let my tell you his name

I'm Holiday Styles, the fuck you thuggin' at
I off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat
go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty
Sittin' on the roof with the 30-30's out
I told you I'm a menace
I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox
In the front parking lot, coke still movin'
Guns sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, with murderers
and everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even try us
I'll leave you a hole daddy
And for the fact I'm in the Dirty South
be bouncin' in the old Caddy
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