Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (REMIX)

"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 with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and outta heart
Now brothers talk shit and back it
why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body the shakes (BLAST)
before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the how he figure he was big enough to try
the muthaphuckin the O-to the D
I told ya couple times that the Gods 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 there else
before I put my AK back on the
Cos I put in work like Job
Niggas talk shit and get 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"

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Somebody's dead, a crowd formed
The cops ain't even come yet, dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come screamin
Six girls wild cos Money had a child
A good dick, couldn't stand the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly
And ol' Faith, her baby fingerpaints
My know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says got some friends
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 shit I ain't
Tell my I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay
My crew I'm believin so it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that 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, won't be able to walk
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, 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
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the
Leave you red, my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the juice
nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose
Some silly goose, we be down on the
He gets no love cos he's me the wrong way
Disrespectin, the masses
So I to come direct and disect some asses
My passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut your trap cos you was who I's fuckin at
I got you suckin at the chrome a nipple
The only way your ass is goin home is as a

X]

And I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from the mattress
My little man Satan got 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 raise me
Bring it to em X, and we'll the weight
Run and get the Mac the Park Ave. location
Bronx location, wit a extra bag of
Plus I it tight and I don't play that much
So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the
And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she great
You just got mad, ya girl got
So the noise, niggas, cos I can't 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 matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"
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