Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

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

[lord

You like to taste the lead, well get your fed
After I'm done, you suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner chalk for the stencils of your 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 jacket
Peel his cap once cos I it's all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body the shakes (blast)
Just before he die, i'ma him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big to try
The g-to the o-to the d
I told ya couple times that the gods must be
But ya listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya stops me
Now me is there anybody else
I put my ak back on the shelf
Cos I put in work like job
Niggas talk and get jerked and robbed for
life 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, still catchin bullets, god"

x]

Somebody's dead, a whole formed
The cops ain't come yet, money's dead in the street
Somebody called his and they come downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin cos money had a child
A good dick, even stand the .44 lick
quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol' aunt faith, her baby
My moms know the time so she send me down to alabama
I gotta cousin, says got some friends
She says they 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 said to stay
My crew I'm believin so fuck it
I got my mob from the rule, that live by the
And my from courtland ave. always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, somebody might die
And if they don't die, won't be able to walk
Pump in his back, he's talkin pussy talk
"cos no matter who you are, 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, it's the dread the 9
Lead to the head of you devils, now it's
I said I'm not the 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 empty out his
your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my loose
Some goose, we be down on the subway
He no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I elect to come direct and disect asses
My nigga passes the gat,
Now you shut your fuckin cos you was who i's fuckin at
I got you suckin at the chrome like a
The way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

x]

And then I peed on niggas, came the worst
compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from the mattress
My little man satan got in his jacket
Let me get to work and I'll release the
My man mean a lot these
I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me
it to em x, and we'll take the weight
Run and get the mac from the park ave.
Bronx location, wit a bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I don't play much
So I'll have all the and set up all the stock
And fuckin, yo money, she wasn't great
You just got mad, ya got videotape
So save the noise, niggas, cos I hear
"cos no matter who you are, 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 still bullets, god"
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