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

Well, Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades
And them in they flesh
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their
the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue

And send what's in back to yo, mamy
Because bitch might miss you
But first, I want to pull off all your skin
Get and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friends

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

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

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

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

Either long street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya
When I'm full of yak, no clue
In to deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, would you do?

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

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

And saw them gats pointed at the
but destruction after we touched 'em
Man I you knew
what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

Think a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead
Gangsta Boo the devil's comin' with the livin' dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will hurt you
Torture your with nothin' but fire

Then I calmly shoot you
you in yo head make sure you dead
'Cause I don't you to live
My words of wisdom, the weaker the victim the bigger the

The Triple 6 do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed, so we proceed to 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 the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take last breath
Six trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a fucked up clickin' on you niggas, Fly ball, you punk

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

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

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

Plus Satan's inside, put my hand to this 9
Burrnin' the aim, my Glock knows more
Every blink of the eye but it's all over, you
l have two in your weak thigh

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

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

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

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

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

See we tolerate no nigga that is Layzie
Broke out the and I made some Krayzie gravy
Eazy and when it was time to get Bizzy

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

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin' muthafuckin' bones it
shit, for the 9 nickel [unverified]