Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

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

Yeah, Kiss known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just home
But I put the tools 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 we put the deisel on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol'
Fuckin' with the corn ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip every slug catch
When you to war every thug got his match
SS baby, blue with the mack in it
Big gold cup with with my pack in it
like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia
Listen, I'm the nigga to style with
My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile
Nigga

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

[Lil'
We it go nigga
go ho
We lettin' it go
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 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 breakdown and shit
What's up, up
It's to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitch
Now what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the niggas and ladies out there, OK
Y'all to repeat after me, right now
I scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't of no bitch
I ain't of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck shit man
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit

[Lil'
Yeah, BME ho, we up out bitch
Ruff ho, what's up
But before we
I gotta let my nigga you his name

I'm Holiday Styles, where the you thuggin' at
I knock off ya with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a
My gun is and my bullets like a finger nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and East Side Boyz
All I need is a bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' out
I told you I'm a menace
I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox
In the parking lot, coke still movin' good
Guns sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, with murderers
and everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a knife, you ain't even gon' try us
I'll leave you with a hole
And for the that I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be in the old Caddy
- motherfucker