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

We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off,
We knockin' heads off, heads off yeah
We heads off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
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 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
Y'all know 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 to do, what's up
All the niggas and ladies out there, OK
Y'all need to repeat after me, now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin'
I ain't scared of no nigga, I scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya click
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit man
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit

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

I'm Holiday Styles, the fuck you thuggin' at
I knock off ya head a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a
My gun is armed and my like a finger nigga
Call up Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty
Sittin' on the with the fuckin' 30-30's out
I you I'm a menace y'all
I got enough guns to up the Lennox Mall
In the parking lot, coke still movin' good
Guns still a lot
Hustlin' 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 you with a hole daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty
I'll be bouncin' in the old
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