Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (REMIX)

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

Jamar]

You like to the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather on pencils
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your
As I walk over the shit and outta heart
Now brothers talk and can't back it
That's why I had to fit em with a metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know all it takes
Watch the bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just before he die, I'ma him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he he was big enough to try
the muthaphuckin G-to the the D
I told ya couple that the Gods must be crazy
but ya listen, so now ya on a mission
to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya stops me
Now tell me is there anybody
before I put my AK on the shelf
Cos I put in like Job Corps
Niggas talk 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 who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

X]

Somebody's dead, a crowd formed
The cops ain't even yet, Money's dead in the street
Somebody his people and they come downstairs screamin
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' Faith, her baby fingerpaints
My Moms know the time so she wanna send me down to
I gotta cousin, she's got some friends
She says they strictly fuckin, I could get from buckin
She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is
and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I heard
Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my said to stay
My crew I'm so fuck it anyway
I got my mob the Rule, that live 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 won't be able to
Pump slugs in his back, he's 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
Lead to the head of you devils, now it's
I I'm not the nigga 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, my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame
nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose
Some silly goose, we be on the subway
He gets no love cos 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 your fuckin trap cos you was who I's at
I got you suckin at the chrome a nipple
The only way ass is goin home is as a cripple

X]

And then I peed on niggas, came the worst
Lost compassion for humans, and smack up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from the mattress
My little man Satan got somethin in his
Let me get to work and I'll the swarm
My man mean a lot days
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.
location, wit a extra bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I don't play much
So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the
And fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't great
You got mad, ya girl got videotape
So save the noise, niggas, cos I hear
"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"
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