Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

Don't niggas don't start shit
Buck, buck to the
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga,
A nigga that at my city with me
Now, who was nigga they put in the plastic?
Nigga that thought he could

That stuck, that nigga's blasted
They got my man from the
ran, I step with deadly men
If ya come a bit closer, I can turn you into sand
Now me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland

We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in
And the blood is seepin', got in alleys
Fuck in badges, we say bang
through the ten-five
(And Clair)
St. Clair ain't shit to with

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', the bloody body
Me never knew one that could with the tongue
We to shoot up your posse
My niggas-they comin' up out the woods to get the

be thug, and die, that's from comin' up in my hood
(Want to)
We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, clack me gun
Bust one, they done, Cleveland is we from
Hearts-thugs none

High techs and khakis when jackin',
There's no place to run
Niggas get with my click
'Cause even the carry guns

High techs and khakis when jackin',
There's really no to run
Niggas get vicious with my
'Cause even the bitches guns

Soon as I hit the scene,
Feelin' for a pistol but I have no gun
Come with original thugsta
I be flippin' it with me
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we from

And I show them up outta the Clair
That thugs don't run none
rip one, now, on and on
Them definitely got me
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta
With or my gat

be ready to pull out me
Murder tools 99 style, fools
Me put it in on murderin' you
Followin' whenever me trues

Niggas that to bang, bang
When it to slang thangs, they do
They know cannot buck me
One of 'em to slug me

But hope the thug I be, Bizzy
let 'em him be or they'll see
Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to
The Biz is me

High and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's no place to run
get vicious with my click
'Cause even the bitches guns

High techs and khakis when jackin',
There's no place to run
Niggas get with my click
even the bitches carry guns

Livin' in the land of the
With a sawed-off pump, craps
on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack
Runnin' up on the Bone, you to be pap, pap

Soldier thugs be pumpin' them
Defendin' they drugs, when they up
be creepin' up slow
Heavy packed with they
And try to pull a up but nigga, now hold on
Wanna the Bone? The gauge is shown

Any is blown,
down the barrel
Of this mausberg chrome to the
Bone, clack back me gauge in a
Copper these here rocks, double glock

My pistols be pumpin' and out shots whenever
The knocks, steadily hittin', me clean up
Get lit up for your soul to burn
And I your shit up, get 'em on the get up

niggas must learn, yearnin' to earn cheese
Ready to die, so can't take these
Wantin' to clock G's, want to move
Not takin' a loss on my leaves, please

East nine nine, finds mine
Strayin' on this to hell
And walls, testin' balls
For the cause, gotta get that

And bailin', up mud, rollin'
I get with my
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start
'Cause we kill in the of the Heartless, Die

High techs and khakis when jackin',
really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my
'Cause even the bitches guns

High techs and khakis when jackin',
really no place to run
Niggas get vicious my click
'Cause even the bitches guns

High techs and when jackin', sawed-off
really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my
'Cause even the bitches guns

High techs and khakis when jackin',
really no place to run
Niggas get with my click
even the bitches carry guns