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 your fed
After I'm done, you rather suck on
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of body
As I walk over the shit and spit 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 it's all it
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the (BLAST)
Just before he die, 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 that the 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 anybody else
I put my AK back on the shelf
Cos I put in like Job Corps
Niggas talk shit and get jerked and 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 catchin bullets, god"

X]

Somebody's dead, a whole formed
The cops ain't even yet, Money's dead in the street
Somebody his people and they come downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin cos Money had a child
A good dick, couldn't stand the .44 lick
quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol' Aunt Faith, her fingerpaints
My Moms know the time so she send me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says got some friends
She says they fuckin, I could get away from buckin
She tried to gas me up, I her sex is everywhere
and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I heard
Tell my I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay
My crew I'm so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the
and my crew from Ave. always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's somebody die
and if they don't die, won't be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy
"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 catchin bullets, god"

[Lord

Well hey muthaphuckaz, the dread with the 9
to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime
I I'm not the nigga to be playin out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and get licked
Get hit by a dread fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his
Spill your when I fill ya up with the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to em up and use my name loose
silly goose, we be down on the subway
He gets no love cos he's rubbin me the way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I to come direct and disect some asses
My nigga passes the gat,
Now you shut your fuckin 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 peed on niggas, came the absolute
Lost compassion for humans, and then up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from 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 raise me
Bring it to em X, and we'll the weight
Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave.
Bronx location, wit a bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I don't play that
So have all the reefer and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't
You just got mad, ya got videotape
So the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear
"Cos no matter who you are, 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 who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
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