Luyện nghe bài hát Live By Yo Rep (b.o.n.e. Dis)

Well, Lord shall take 1000 razor blades
And press in they flesh
Take my pitchfork up the fire, soak it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle

And what's left in back to yo, mamy
Because that bitch might you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your
Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead

I probably oughta be not be so horribly the body
I am so naughty because, I am in to photography
through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some on them, too
That What I would do, Pimp what would you do?

look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' my AK to out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done
Leavin' no of the evidence

Bodies sit in box chopped up in
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my
My conscience is and it's strange
'Cause I a bitch and the devil just rushin' my time

With this 9 in my hand, death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no in mind
Pullin' a jack, reach me cheese, make stupid moves
Nigga ya bleed 17, please don't scream, don't run

Either range street sweep
Never ever run the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no
In to deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what you do?

First a nigga looked in the white pages for this
Mafia style 'cause you don't who ya fuckin' it
Called him at his fuckin' home, but breathin' on the phone
Warnin' to let you know, I'm comin' so you better be gone

ya run, I be stoppin' ya, with the 29s I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the 6 Mafia
Two at yo front door, three killas at yo back door
These peeked through the curtains

And saw gats pointed at the window
Nothin' but destruction we touched 'em
Man I you knew
That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what you do?

Think about a master on how to buck them bitches dead
Gangsta Boo the daughter comin' with the livin' dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will you bitch
Torture your body with but fire

Then I calmly you bitch
Blast you in yo head sure you dead
'Cause I don't you to live
My words of wisdom, the weaker the victim the the thrill

The 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of weed, so we proceed to take your fuckin' soul
It's not a problem when I you bitch, I do it smooth
That's what the daughter do, now Fly what would you do?

Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take last breath
Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, jump
Pull a fucked up clickin' on you niggas, Fly ball, you punk

To you imitators, watch yo ass fuckin' click
Bite a playa's style and slip, soon you be stankin', bitch
Fly gon' bring body bags, Lord you touch the fuckin' shovel

Dig it deep and bury that bitch, lay 'em down with the devil
numb, red rum, Mr. I B N, fool
Oh, that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman would you do?

First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy
The devil's already in me so I ain't gotta go too far to
You fucked up with the wrong click, so your all on my mind

Satan's inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
Burrnin' from the aim, my knows more
Every blink of the eye but before all over, you
l have two Loogers in your thigh

Fall on to your kness, now time for you to guess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's
You heard what I would do and the Triple 6 fuckin' crew

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin'
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin'
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' this clip

Nigga, live by yo rep, we ain't takin' shit
I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

See we can't no nigga that is Layzie
out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy and when it was to get Bizzy

Don't break, you can but you can't escape
Because we dead flesh
Triple 6 bitch, you can be next

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin' muthafuckin' like it
Ain't shit, for the 9 [unverified]