Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

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

That nigga's stuck, that nigga's
got my man from the Land
Never ran, I with deadly men
If ya come a little bit closer, I can you into sand
Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I show them hoes up outta the
thugs don't run from none
rip one, now, on and on
Them got me back
And I'm up St. Clair thugsta niggas
or without my gat

Forever be to pull out me
Murder East 99 style, fools
Me put it in mind on you
Followin' whenever me murderous

Niggas claim to bang, bang
When it comes to thangs, they do
They know they buck me
One of 'em sure to me

But hope the thug I be, Bizzy
let 'em him be or they'll see
Nigga, hangin', swangin', to miss
The Biz is me

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

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

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

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

Any is blown,
Lookin' the barrel
Of this mausberg chrome to the
Bone, clack me gauge in a rage
Copper take these here rocks, glock

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

'Cause niggas must learn, to earn cheese
Ready to die, so niggas can't these
Wantin' to clock G's, to move keys
Not takin' a loss on my green leaves,

East nine, crime finds mine
Strayin' on road to hell
And walls, testin' balls
For the cause, get that sale

And bailin', kickin' up mud,
I get my thugs
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, start shit
'Cause we in the Land of the Heartless, Die

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

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

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

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