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 always at my city with me
Now, who was that nigga they put in the
Nigga that thought he bang

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

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

Pumpin', be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body
Me never knew one that could flow the tongue
We comin' to shoot up your
My comin' up out the woods to get the goods

be thug, and die, that's from comin' up in my hood
(Want to)
We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, back me gun
one, they done, Cleveland is where we from
Hearts-thugs have

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 when jackin',
There's no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my
'Cause even the bitches guns

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

And I them hoes up outta the Clair
That thugs run from none
rip one, now, on and on
Them definitely got me
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair niggas
With or 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 slang thangs, do
They know they cannot me
One of 'em sure to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

East nine nine, finds mine
Strayin' on this to hell
And prison walls, 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 in the Land of the Heartless, Die

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

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

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

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