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

one: rock, ruck

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

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

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

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

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Verse two: ruck,

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

Verse rock

Man listen, another bluffin
Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to
You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I
Yeah my timberlands make everything from your head to your lake ache
So take your ass to the rear
Toe to toe or for blow we can square
Yeah my brass knuckles make 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 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 and that's it
Heltah skeltah, lettin the blo and that's if we

1/2

Outro:

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