Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

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

[lord

You like to taste the lead, well get face fed
After I'm done, you suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your
As I walk over the shit and spit outta
Now brothers talk and can't back it
That's why I had to fit em a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body the shakes (blast)
Just he die, i'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big to try
The muthaphuckin g-to the the d
I told ya couple times the gods 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
I put my ak back on the shelf
Cos I put in like job corps
talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a 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 crowd formed
The cops ain't come yet, money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come downstairs
Six girls wild cos money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly
And ol' aunt faith, her baby
My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to
I gotta cousin, says she's got friends
She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from
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 ain't leavin, my crew to stay
My crew I'm so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, that by the cruel
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 be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy
"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, it's the dread the 9
Lead to the head of you devils, now bedtime
I I'm not the nigga to be playin out
leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked
Get hit by a who's fed with the nonsense
you red, where my clip empty 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 gets no love cos rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I to come direct and disect some asses
My nigga passes the gat,
Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who i's at
I got you suckin at the like a nipple
The only way your ass is home is as a cripple

x]

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute
Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they
Ran and got the arms, under the mattress
My man satan got somethin in his jacket
Let me get to work and I'll the swarm
My man mean a lot these
I got the hash, cash plus my people me well
Bring it to em x, and we'll the weight
Run and get the mac the park ave. location
Bronx location, wit a bag of clips
I want it tight and I don't play that much
So I'll all the reefer 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, 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"
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