Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Tha Heartless

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

That stuck, that nigga's blasted
They got my man from the
Never ran, I step deadly men
If ya come a 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 niggas in
niggas in badges, we say bang
Eighty-eight through the
(And Clair)
St. ain't shit to fuck with

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the body
Me never knew one that could with the tongue
We comin' to shoot up posse
My niggas-they comin' up out the woods to get the

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

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

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

Soon as I hit the scene,
Feelin' for a pistol but I have no gun
Come 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 got me back
And I'm throwin' up St. thugsta niggas
or without my gat

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

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

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

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

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

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 pumpin' them
Defendin' they drugs, when roll up
Niggas be up slow
Heavy packed 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 mausberg to the dome
Bone, clack me gauge in a rage
Copper take these here rocks, double

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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