Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

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

[lord

You like to taste the lead, well get your fed
I'm done, you rather suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner with for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit heart
Now brothers talk and can't back it
why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the (blast)
Just before he die, look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he he was big enough to try
The muthaphuckin the o-to the d
I told ya couple times that the must be crazy
But ya listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya can't me
Now tell me is there else
Before I put my ak back on the
Cos I put in like job corps
talk shit 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, still catchin bullets, god"

x]

Somebody's dead, a whole crowd
The cops ain't even yet, money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and come downstairs screamin
Six cryin wild cos money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly
And ol' aunt faith, her fingerpaints
My moms the time so she wanna send me down to alabama
I gotta cousin, says she's got some
She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away buckin
She to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it ain't I ain't heard
my moms I ain't leavin, my crew said 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 ave. always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's somebody die
And if they don't die, they won't be to walk
slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy 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 who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

[lord

Well hey muthaphuckaz, the dread with the 9
Lead to the head of you devils, now bedtime
I said I'm not the to be playin out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get
Get hit by a dread fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, 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
Some 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 disect asses
My passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut fuckin trap cos you was who i's fuckin at
I got you at the chrome like a nipple
The only way ass is goin home is as a cripple

x]

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute
Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up moms
Ran and got the arms, under the mattress
My little man satan got somethin in his
Let me get to work and I'll the swarm
My man a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my raise me well
it to em x, and we'll take the weight
Run and get the mac from the ave. location
location, wit a extra bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I play that much
So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she wasn't
You just got mad, ya girl got
So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't
"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, still catchin bullets, god"
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