Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

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

Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss blown
And bitches always hit me like I just came home
But I still put the in ya mouth
Niggas know 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 money right we put the deisel on the
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol'
Fuckin' with the corn liquor around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip slug gotta catch
When you goin' to war 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 jungle but the broads is
And if ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to with
My motherfuckin' to reconcile with
what

We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off,
We knockin' heads off, heads off yeah
We heads off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
We heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
You wanna go
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 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 give a if you don't...like us
We our...fuckin'...click up
We give a 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 motherfuckin' buck in this biiiitch
Now this what I y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real and ladies out there, OK
need to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I scared of no bitch
I ain't of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't of no bitch
I ain't of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit

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

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