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

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

And send what's left in back to yo,
Because that might miss 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 be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because, I am moderately in to
through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some on them, too
That What I would do, Skinny what would you do?

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

Bodies sit in box up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up my mattress
My conscience is black and it's
'Cause I murdered a and the devil just rushin' my time

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I shoot you bitch
Blast you in yo head make sure you
'Cause I don't want you to
My words of wisdom, the weaker the the bigger the thrill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we takin' shit
When I on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

See we tolerate no nigga that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie
It's Eazy and it was time to get Bizzy

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

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