Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

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

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You to taste the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather suck on
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of body
As I walk the shit and spit outta heart
Now brothers talk shit and back it
That's why I had to fit em with a full metal
Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it
Watch the bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast)
Just before he die, i'ma him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he he was big enough to try
The g-to the o-to the d
I told ya couple times that the gods be crazy
But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya can't me
Now me is there anybody else
Before I put my ak on the shelf
Cos I put in work like job
Niggas talk shit and get jerked and 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 crowd formed
The cops ain't even come yet, money's dead in the
Somebody called his people and they downstairs screamin
Six cryin wild cos money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44
quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol' aunt faith, her baby
My moms the time so she wanna send me down to alabama
I gotta cousin, she's got some friends
She says strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin
She tried to gas me up, I her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it shit I ain't heard
Tell my moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to
My crew I'm so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, that live by the
And my crew from courtland ave. say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's might die
And if they don't die, they won't be to walk
Pump in his back, he's talkin 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 matter who you are, you're catchin bullets, god"

[lord

Well hey muthaphuckaz, the dread with the 9
to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime
I I'm not the nigga to be playin out
I'll leave your body out the sid, talk 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 ya up with the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name
silly goose, we be down on the subway
He no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, the masses
So I to come direct and disect some asses
My nigga the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who i's at
I got you suckin at the chrome like a
The only way your ass is home is as a cripple

x]

And I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they
Ran and got the arms, from the mattress
My little man 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 my people raise me well
it to em x, and we'll take the weight
Run and get the mac the park ave. location
Bronx location, wit a extra bag of
Plus I want it tight and I play that much
So I'll all the reefer and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she great
You just got mad, ya girl got
So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't
"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, you're catchin bullets, god"
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