Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

"cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"

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You like to taste the lead, get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather on pencils
Here comes the coroner with for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta
Now talk shit and can't back it
That's why I had to fit em with a metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the (blast)
before he die, i'ma look him in his eye
Ask the how he figure he was big enough to try
The muthaphuckin g-to the the d
I told ya couple times that the must be crazy
But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya stops me
Now tell me is there else
I put my ak back on the shelf
Cos I put in work job corps
Niggas talk and get jerked and robbed for
Their by a knife or a gun
So ya see me comin, nigga, run

"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, you're catchin bullets, god"

x]

Somebody's dead, a whole formed
The cops ain't even come yet, money's in the street
Somebody called his people and they come screamin
Six girls cryin wild cos money had a
A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly
And ol' aunt faith, her fingerpaints
My moms know the so she wanna send me down to alabama
I cousin, says she's got some friends
She says they fuckin, I could get away from buckin
She to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't
Tell my moms I ain't leavin, my crew to stay
My crew I'm believin so it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, live by the cruel
And my crew from courtland ave. always say set it off
And if I choose, somebody might die
And if don't die, they won't be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin talk
"cos no matter who you are, you're still bullets, god"

"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, you're still bullets, god"

[lord

hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9
Lead to the of you devils, now it's bedtime
I I'm not the nigga to be playin out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get
Get hit by a who's fed with the nonsense
you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my loose
silly goose, we be down on the subway
He gets no love cos rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I elect to come direct and some asses
My nigga passes the gat,
Now you your fuckin trap cos you was who i's fuckin at
I got you suckin at the like a nipple
The only way ass is goin home is as a cripple

x]

And I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then up they moms
Ran and got the arms, under the mattress
My little man satan got somethin in his
Let me get to work and release the swarm
My man a lot these days
I got the hash, cash my people raise me well
Bring it to em x, and we'll take the
Run and get the mac the park ave. location
location, wit a extra bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I play that much
So have all the reefer and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she wasn't
You just got mad, ya got videotape
So the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear
"cos no who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"
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