Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

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

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

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

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the body
Me never knew one could flow 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, clack me gun
Bust one, done, Cleveland is where we from
have none

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

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

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

And I show them up outta the Clair
That thugs run from none
rip one, now, on and on
Them got me back
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta
With or my gat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause niggas must learn, yearnin' to earn
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 prison walls, testin'
For the cause, get that sale

And bailin', up mud, rollin'
I get my thugs
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't shit
'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 when jackin',
There's no place to run
Niggas get vicious my click
'Cause even the bitches guns

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

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