Luyện nghe bài hát Lethal Brainz Blo

Intro:

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

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

Verse rock, ruck

run for your gunz me and dutch coming through
Rock ruck you and you fuck 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 heltah skeltah, the inflixter

Right by your side my eyes on the posse
I see duke and red he he wanna drop me
Plus he claim he can me up in rap skits

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

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

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Verse two: ruck,

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

Verse three:

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

1/2

Outro:

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