Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (REMIX)

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

Jamar]

You like to taste the lead, well get face fed
After I'm done, you suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your
As I over the shit and spit outta 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 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 G-to the O-to the D
I told ya times that the Gods must be crazy
but ya listen, so now ya on a mission
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 work Job Corps
talk 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 catchin bullets, god"

X]

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 cryin wild cos Money had a
A good dick, couldn't stand the .44 lick
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 gotta cousin, says she's got some
She says strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin
She to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
and sex is but a word, it shit I ain't heard
my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay
My I'm believin so fuck it anyway
I got my mob the Rule, that live by the cruel
and my from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's somebody die
and if they don't die, they won't be to walk
slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk
"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, you're still bullets, god"

[Lord

hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with 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 layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the
Leave you red, where my clip 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 loose
Some goose, we be down on the subway
He gets no love cos he's me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I elect to come direct and 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 at the chrome like a nipple
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, from the mattress
My little man Satan got somethin in his
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 the weight
Run and get the Mac the Park Ave. location
location, wit a extra bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I play that 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 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, you're catchin bullets, god"
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