Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

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

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

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

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', the bloody body
Me never knew one could flow with the tongue
We comin' to shoot up your
My comin' 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
have none

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

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

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

And I show hoes 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
or without my gat

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

Niggas claim to bang, bang
When it comes to thangs, they do
They know they cannot 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 techs and when jackin', sawed-off
really no place to run
Niggas get vicious my click
'Cause even the carry guns

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

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

Soldier thugs be pumpin' 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
Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is

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

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

niggas must learn, yearnin' to earn cheese
Ready to die, so niggas can't take
Wantin' to clock G's, 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, get that sale

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

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

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

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