Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

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

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You to taste the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather on pencils
Here comes the coroner chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta
Now brothers talk shit and back it
That's why I had to fit em a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the (blast)
before he die, i'ma look 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 the gods must be crazy
But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya stops me
Now tell me is there else
Before I put my ak back on the
Cos I put in work like job
Niggas 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, you're still bullets, god"

x]

Somebody's dead, a crowd formed
The ain't even come yet, money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come screamin
Six girls cryin wild cos money had a
A good dick, couldn't stand the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is closed-casket
And ol' faith, her baby fingerpaints
My moms know the time so she wanna me down to alabama
I cousin, says she's got some friends
She says they strictly fuckin, I could get from buckin
She to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't
Tell my moms I ain't leavin, my said to stay
My crew I'm believin so it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, live by the cruel
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, they won't be able to
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 still bullets, god"

[lord

Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread the 9
to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime
I said I'm not the to be playin out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk and you'll get licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the
you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my loose
Some goose, we be down on the subway
He gets no cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I elect to come and disect some 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 suckin at the chrome a nipple
The way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

x]

And then I on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and smack up they moms
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 a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me
Bring it to em x, and we'll take the
Run and get the mac from the park ave.
Bronx location, wit a extra bag of
Plus I want it and I don't play that much
So have all the reefer and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she wasn't
You got mad, ya girl got videotape
So save the noise, niggas, cos I hear
"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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