Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

Don't niggas don't 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 thought he could bang

That nigga's stuck, nigga's blasted
They got my man from the
ran, I step with deadly men
If ya a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand
Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to

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

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody
Me never one that could flow with the tongue
We comin' to up your posse
My niggas-they comin' up out the 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, clack me gun
Bust one, they done, Cleveland is where we
have none

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

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

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

And I show them 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
or without my gat

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

Niggas claim to bang, bang
it comes to slang thangs, they do
They they cannot buck me
One of 'em sure to me

But they the thug I be, Bizzy
Better let 'em him be or see
Nigga, hangin', swangin', to miss
The Biz is me

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

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

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

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

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

My pistols be and buckin' out shots whenever
The trouble knocks, hittin', me clean up
Get lit up for your soul to burn
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 these
Wantin' to clock G's, want to keys
Not takin' a loss on my green leaves,

East nine nine, crime finds
Strayin' on road to hell
And walls, testin' balls
For the cause, get that sale

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

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

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

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

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