Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

Don't niggas don't start shit
Buck, to the bang
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga,
A nigga that at my city with me
Now, who was that nigga they put in the
that thought he could bang

That nigga's stuck, that nigga's
They got my man 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 down to

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

Pumpin', be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body
Me never knew one that could flow with the
We to shoot up your posse
My niggas-they up out the woods 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, they done, Cleveland is where we
Hearts-thugs none

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

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

as I hit the scene, [unverified]
Feelin' for a pistol but I have no gun
with original thugsta shit
I be flippin' it with me
Nigga, Cleveland is the where we come from

And I show them hoes up 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
or without my gat

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

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

techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no 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 even the bitches guns

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

Soldier thugs be pumpin' them
Defendin' they drugs, they roll up
Niggas be creepin' up
packed with they gats
And try to pull a up but nigga, now hold on
Wanna test the The gauge is shown

Any is blown,
Lookin' the barrel
Of this chrome to the dome
Bone, back me gauge in a rage
take these here rocks, double glock

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

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

East nine, crime finds mine
Strayin' on road to hell
And prison walls, testin'
For the cause, gotta get that

And bailin', up mud, rollin'
I get my thugs
apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit
'Cause we in the Land of the Heartless, Die

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

High techs and khakis when jackin',
There's 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
get vicious with my click
'Cause even the carry guns

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