Luyện nghe bài hát Life Liquid

Blood in the streets, the what?
spillin' in the streets
Blood spillin' in the streets, the
Blood in the streets

wit two precise niggaz, holdin' the right biscuits
There'll be a lot of cats leakin' out they liquid
Niggaz who actin' hard ain't Columbia Pictures
When we throw two in yo' ass while you huggin' on your

Philly, where cats quick to mute you at
Cuckoo cats, back your FUBU cap
black, two chicks to screw you at
Then they shove a stick where you doodoo at

While you checkin' on your pagers, weapons in faces
Shot blazin', cops off the pavement
out with gauges, prepare for the occasion
We throw eight in, the house that you was raised in

Mouthin' off fakin'll make you a loud
Achin', with your arms in a alcohol
And your brain's achin' I'ma have your dame slavin'
Cocaine and apron, over a flame

take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get by standin'
Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon or y'all be checkin' for
Niggas'll leave your spillin' in the streets

Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the
Innocent bystanders get shot by
Y'all shoulda ducked when heard the cannon, now you layin' deceased
Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the

Can you feel it? can save ya
'Cause is the season of the infrared laser
And I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is you how you can get spotted by one too

'Cause I don't a fuck, I just cock back and bust
With more arms than an octopus, as if one gun wasn't
I around and pull eight out
Blast your face off or blow your out
Nigga, leave you laid out

Then I pull the gat in my out, put it in your mouth
And squeezin' 'til the whole clip is sprayed out
Take the gun in my brace out, shoot you in the stomach
Till I see the last you ate drain out

Your look spaced out, I gut you like a trout
Scream my name out I'm scrapin' your rib cage out
Squeeze with the index, spray a bottle of Windex
Bullets buzzin' by your head insects

your head to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even you in the legs or your limbs or your dick yet
Your masculinity is questionable, you probably a
Just the thought of havin' a lay next to you probably threatens you

You probably at grapes and see testicles
You probably fantasize about
Like cucumbers and bananas sex with you
And you probably let gerbils crawl up your too

on you, I defecate on you and simultaneously urinate on you
And pour some acid on you
I stop your heartbeat with
You weak nigga, I'll leave your spillin' in the street

Niggaz take it for granted they layin' dead on the granite
bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon or y'all be for leaks
Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the

Niggaz take it for granted they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get by standin'
Y'all shoulda ducked when heard the cannon, now you layin' deceased
leave your blood spillin' in the streets

Ayyo Journalist you workin' with?
Old school burners
big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit
What you holdin'

30 bullet clips
to handle the kick I gotta glue it to my hands and shit
We got permits to shit
We injure niggaz who deserve the shit, put 'em in a tourniquet

proof Suburbans with tractor-tread tires
So we can through the dirt with it, drive over curbs with it
Merc in it, even over slippery surfaces we can in it
And crash into niggaz who don't deserve they
Try the dudes, you gotta be bruised
the tools that knock you out your socks and your shoes

We'll leave you less and keep shootin'
Look how much liquid you losin', you need a blood transfusion
In the back of a truck, shots in your neck and gut
While we holdin' our weapons up, I'm still Philly, what?

Blood spillin' in the streets, the
spillin' in the streets
Blood spillin' in the streets, the
spillin' in the streets

Niggaz take it for granted they layin' dead on the granite
bystanders get shot by standin'
(The what?)
Y'all better duck you hear the cannon or y'all be checkin' for leaks
(The what?)
Niggas'll leave your spillin' in the streets

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