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 rather on pencils
comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit heart
Now talk shit 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
the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast)
Just he die, i'ma look him in his eye
Ask the how he figure he was big enough to try
The muthaphuckin g-to the the d
I told ya couple times the gods must 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 tell me is anybody 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 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"

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Somebody's dead, a whole crowd
The cops ain't even come yet, money's dead in the
called his people and they come downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin cos money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44
Dead quick, the funeral is closed-casket
And ol' aunt faith, her fingerpaints
My moms know the time so she wanna send me to alabama
I cousin, says she's got some 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 ain't I ain't heard
Tell my moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to
My crew I'm believin so fuck it
I got my mob from the rule, live by the cruel
And my crew from courtland ave. always say set it off
And if I choose, who's somebody die
And if they don't die, they be able to walk
Pump in his back, he's talkin pussy talk
"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 still bullets, god"

[lord

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

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 release the swarm
My man a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my raise me well
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 that much
So I'll have all the and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she wasn't
You just got mad, ya 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, still catchin bullets, god"
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