Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

[Lil'
Come on, OK
Motherfucker, know who it is
Lil' Jon, them 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)
Holla at niggas J, come on

Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name
And bitches always wanna hit me like I came 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 everybody
So to get the money right we put the on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol'
Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to
When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta
you goin' to war every thug got his match
SS baby, blue Impala the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones my pack 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 nigga to style
My motherfuckin' problem to with
what

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

[Lil'
We lettin' it go
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 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 breakdown and
What's up, up
It's time to get motherfuckin' 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 need to repeat after me, now
I ain't of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I scared of no bitch
I ain't of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck 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, where the fuck you at
I knock off ya with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East 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 y'all
I got guns to fill up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin'
still sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' 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 gon' try us
I'll leave you with a daddy
And for the fact I'm in the Dirty South
be bouncin' in the old Caddy
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