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

That nigga's stuck, nigga's blasted
They got my man from the
Never ran, I step deadly 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 blood is seepin', got niggas in
niggas in badges, we say bang
Eighty-eight the ten-five
(And Clair)
St. Clair ain't to fuck with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas that claim to bang,
When it comes to slang thangs, do
know they cannot buck me
One of 'em to slug me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 blow your up, get 'em on the get up

'Cause niggas must learn, yearnin' to earn
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
on this road to hell
And walls, testin' balls
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 when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no to run
get vicious with my click
'Cause the bitches carry guns

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

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

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