Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

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

Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just home
But I still put the tools in ya
know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
This is evil in the trenches and starvin'
So to get the right we put the deisel on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol'
with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip every slug catch
you goin' to war every thug got his match
SS baby, blue Impala the mack in it
Big gold cup with with my pack in it
It's like the jungle but the is fine
And if they ain't puffin' crippie, this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong to style with
My problem to reconcile with
what

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

[Lil'
We lettin' it go
go ho
We lettin' it go
go ho
We lettin' it go
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 a fuck 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 when the beat and shit
up, what's up
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck in this biiiitch
Now this I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real and ladies out there, OK
Y'all need to after me, right now
I scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of in ya motherfuckin' click
I scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya click
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck shit

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

I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you at
I knock off ya with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a
My gun is armed and my like a finger nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a mouth
Sittin' on the with the fuckin' 30-30's out
I you I'm a menace y'all
I got enough guns to fill up the Mall
In the front parking lot, coke movin' good
Guns still a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with
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 you with a hole daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the South
I'll be in the old Caddy
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