Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (REMIX)

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

Jamar]

You to taste the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather suck on
comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the and spit outta heart
Now brothers talk shit and can't it
why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
Peel his cap cos I know it's all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his catch the shakes (BLAST)
before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big 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 there else
before I put my AK back on the
Cos I put in like Job Corps
talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
their by a knife 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 crowd
The cops ain't come yet, Money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come downstairs
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 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 shit I ain't heard
my Moms 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 live by the
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 to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he's pussy talk
"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 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 said I'm not the nigga to be out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk and you'll get licked
Get hit by a who's fed with the nonsense
you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your when I fill ya up with the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name
Some goose, we be down on the subway
He no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, the masses
So I elect to come direct and disect some
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 only way ass is goin home is as a cripple

X]

And then I on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then up they moms
Ran and got the arms, under the mattress
My little man Satan got in his jacket
Let me get to work and I'll release the
My man mean a lot days
I got the hash, cash my people raise me well
Bring it to em X, and we'll take the
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 that
So I'll have all the and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she great
You got mad, ya girl got videotape
So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't
"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 matter who you are, you're catchin bullets, god"
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