Luyện nghe bài hát Lethal Brainz Blo

Intro:

Punk ass man
don't know man
I better let all their brainz blo
Man

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

Verse one: rock,

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

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

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

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

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Verse two: ruck,

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

Verse three:

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

1/2

Outro:

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