Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

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

Yeah, name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came
But I still put the tools in ya
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm in the South
This is in the trenches and everybody starvin'
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 catch
When you 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 broads is
And if they puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style
My problem to reconcile with
what

We knockin' off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
We knockin' off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
We knockin' off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off
You go nigga
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 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 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
know when the beat breakdown and shit
What's up, up
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in biiiitch
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do, 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 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 fuck that shit nigga, fuck that man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that man
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit

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

I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you at
I knock off ya head with a Louisville bat
go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger
Call up Lil' Jon and them Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and them 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 enough guns to up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, still movin' good
still sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with
D-Block and everything, shit you heard of us
I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you even gon' try us
I'll you with a hole daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty
I'll be bouncin' in the old
- motherfucker