Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

[Lil'
on, yeah OK
Motherfucker, know who it is
Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' 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 niggas J, come on

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

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

[Lil'
We lettin' it go
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 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 when the beat breakdown and
up, what's up
It's time to get buck wild 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 repeat after me, now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin'
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit

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

I'm Holiday Styles, where the you thuggin' at
I knock off ya with a Louisville Slugger bat
go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is and my bullets like a finger nigga
up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty
Sittin' on the roof the fuckin' 30-30's out
I told you I'm a menace
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
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 even try us
leave you with a hole daddy
And for the that I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be in the old Caddy
- motherfucker