Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

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

That nigga's stuck, nigga's blasted
They got my man the Land
Never ran, I step deadly men
If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you sand
Now follow me, now roll, down to Cleveland

We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in
And the is seepin', got niggas in alleys
niggas in badges, we say bang
Eighty-eight through the
(And Clair)
St. Clair ain't to fuck with

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

Krayzie be thug, and die, from comin' up in my hood
(Want to)
We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, clack me gun
Bust one, they done, is where we from
have none

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

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

Soon as I hit the scene,
Feelin' for a but I didn't have no gun
Come with original thugsta
I be flippin' it me tongue
Nigga, Cleveland is the where we come from

And I them hoes up outta the Clair
That thugs don't run from
rip one, now, on and on
Them definitely got me
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair niggas
or without my gat

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

Niggas that claim to bang,
When it comes to slang thangs, 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 really no to run
Niggas get with my click
'Cause even the bitches guns

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

Livin' in the land of the
With a pump, shootin' craps
Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause jack
up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap, pap

Soldier be pumpin' them slugs
Defendin' drugs, when they roll up
Niggas be creepin' up
Heavy with they gats
And try to a hold up but nigga, now hold on
Wanna the Bone? The gauge is shown

Any is blown,
Lookin' down the
Of this mausberg to the dome
Bone, clack back me in a rage
Copper these here rocks, double glock

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

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

East nine, crime finds mine
Strayin' on this to hell
And prison walls, testin'
For the cause, gotta get sale

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

High techs and khakis jackin', sawed-off
There's no place to run
Niggas get vicious my click
'Cause even the bitches carry

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

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

High techs and khakis jackin', sawed-off
There's really no to run
Niggas get vicious my click
'Cause the bitches carry guns