Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

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

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

We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in
And the blood is seepin', got in alleys
niggas in badges, we say bang
Eighty-eight through the
(And Clair)
St. Clair shit to fuck with

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody
Me never knew one that could flow with the
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 comin' up in my
(Want to)
We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, back me gun
Bust one, done, Cleveland is where we from
have none

High techs and when 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
There's really no to run
Niggas get vicious my click
even the bitches carry guns

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

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

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

that claim to bang, bang
When it comes to slang thangs, do
They they cannot buck 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 khakis when jackin',
really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my
even the bitches carry guns

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

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

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

Any is blown,
down the barrel
Of mausberg chrome to the dome
Bone, back me gauge in a rage
Copper take these rocks, double glock

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

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

East nine, crime finds mine
Strayin' on this 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, don't start
we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die

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

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

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

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