Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

"cos no who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

[lord

You like to the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm done, you suck on pencils
comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit heart
Now brothers talk shit and can't it
why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it
the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast)
Just before he die, i'ma him in his eye
Ask the how he figure he was big enough to try
The g-to the o-to the d
I told ya couple that the gods 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 anybody 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 still bullets, god"

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Somebody's dead, a whole crowd
The cops ain't even yet, money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin cos money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is closed-casket
And ol' aunt faith, her baby
My moms know the time so she send me down to alabama
I cousin, says she's got some friends
She they strictly 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 shit I ain't heard
Tell my moms I leavin, my crew said to stay
My crew I'm so fuck it anyway
I got my mob the rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew courtland ave. always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's might die
And if they don't die, they won't be able to
Pump slugs in his back, he's pussy talk
"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 who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

[lord

Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the with the 9
to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime
I said I'm not the to be playin out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, shit and you'll get licked
Get hit by a dread fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name
Some silly goose, we be down on the
He gets no cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, the masses
So I to come direct and disect some asses
My passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut your trap cos you was who i's fuckin at
I got you suckin at the like a nipple
The only way your ass is goin home is as a

x]

And then I peed on niggas, came the worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from under the
My man satan got somethin in his jacket
Let me get to work and I'll release the
My man mean a lot days
I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me
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 don't play much
So have all the reefer and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she wasn't
You got mad, ya girl got videotape
So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't
"cos no matter who you are, you're 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, you're catchin bullets, god"
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