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 this for all the real niggas
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them J, come on

Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss blown
And bitches wanna hit me like I just came home
But I put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm in the South
is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'
So to get the money 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 gotta
you goin' to war every thug got his match
SS baby, Impala with the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones with my in it
It's like the jungle but the is fine
And if ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong to style with
My motherfuckin' to reconcile with
Nigga

We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off,
We heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
We heads off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off
You go nigga
go ho
You go nigga
go ho
You go nigga
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 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 the beat breakdown and shit
What's up, up
It's time to get motherfuckin' wild in this biiiitch
Now this what I y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real niggas and out there, OK
Y'all need to after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't 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 scared of nobody in ya click
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit

[Lil'
Yeah, BME ho, we up out bitch
Ruff ho, what's up
But we leave
I gotta let my nigga tell you his

I'm Holiday Styles, the fuck you thuggin' at
I knock off ya head with a Louisville bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to a nigga
My gun is armed and my like a finger nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side
All I is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty
on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's out
I you I'm a menace y'all
I got enough to fill up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke movin' good
Guns sparke a lot
with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you probably of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you got a gun
Or a knife, you ain't even gon' try us
I'll leave you with a daddy
And for the fact I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be bouncin' in the old
- motherfucker