Luyện nghe bài hát Lethal Brainz Blo

Intro:

ass niggaz man
Niggaz know man
I better let all their blo nigga
Man

Let the madness begin nigga, let it
Let the madness begin and let the blo if you grin
Let it begin let it
Let the madness begin and let the blo if you grin

Verse rock, ruck

Aiyyo run for your me and dutch coming through
Rock ruck you and you crew the boys in blue
This be bucktown around these grounds don't roam
'cause we send em home with trays of slugs in dome
out the frame by the rock, mr. flipster
Shit's skeltah, where's the inflixter

Right by your side with my eyes on the
I see duke and red he said he drop me
he claim he can burn me up in rap skits

Shit take it to his ask the punk what he feel (fuck him)
Two to his cheek he weak so's his jaw
played the cell frontin like he hard to the core
More I hear talk more I wan flip
See I got enough for your mom in my clip
Strip to your drawers run your dough and your
Tool's cocked it ain't april 1st but I'm breakin
When punk niggaz test rock like touchin live wire
Catch a shock to your
From a that I pop, you don't want it with the rock
Better duck dumbfucks you're out of
You got by the ruck

First of all, niggaz don't jack, my flow's fat
So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my wack
You don't know I thought you it
Too late bitch you it
Now i'ma bang shit up like I was lennox lewis
One, two, three four
Six eight niggaz'll shit where's my nine
Mil I drill fine into your mental
Block I hit your temple hot become not
You must mistake me for a sucker of motherfucker
Might lose his life, 'cause I'm in the night

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Verse ruck, rock

What's the deal nigga? set it off in the
I spark when the big ruck flips the ark
The raw rapper jaw tapper ruckus kick it
Keep it real my roll thick like acidics
Plus, I be there like jackson, your backs and
Askin, who want more, when my fat spins
So chump chill my pump kill
You wanna ill ruck knock out your front grill
The whatevah, 'cause whatevah is lyrical
I forth, thoughts beyond those of physical
Raps get deep I mack with my peeps
You bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch
This nigga is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz
I send to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz
So what? ? pussy it on
Word is bond, got songs that's mad strong
(so it on)

Verse three:

Man listen, another nigga
fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin
You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I
Yeah my timberlands make from your head to your north lake ache
So take monkey ass to the rear
Toe to toe or for blow we can square
Yeah my knuckles make your knees buckle
What duke I lay more flat out on they back than a slug do
Who knows what you, to be I didn't gas you
But you can it movin 'fore I beat your gassed ass
You punk bastard, you could get the gat
Or ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the chapstik
Or a fat and that's it
Heltah skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and if we

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Outro:

Ahh, let the, begin
Let the blo if you grin
Let the begin, let it begin
Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you
Let the begin
Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you
Let the begin let the madness begin
Let the begin to let the brainz blo if you grin
We let the begin
We let the blo if you grin
way for the dreads and the pros
'cause we let the blo
Punk-ass...