Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

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

Yeah, Kiss name known, fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me I just came home
But I still put the in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm in the South
This is evil in the trenches and starvin'
So to get the right we put the deisel on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel the ol' days
Fuckin' the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip every gotta catch
When you to war every thug got his match
SS baby, Impala with the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones my pack in it
like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style
My problem to reconcile with
Nigga

We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' off yeah
We heads off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, heads off yeah
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 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 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
know when 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 to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't of no bitch
I ain't scared of in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no
I ain't scared of in ya motherfuckin' click
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that

[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 head a Louisville Slugger bat
go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Boyz
All I need is a bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me in the South, I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the 30-30's out
I told you I'm a y'all
I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox
In the front parking lot, still movin' good
Guns still a lot
Hustlin' family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even try us
I'll leave you a hole daddy
And for the fact I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be in the old Caddy
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