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

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

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

I oughta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because, I am moderately in to
Following through the
But man, fuck it, pour acid on them, too
That What I would do, Skinny what would you do?

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

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

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

Either long range sweep
ever run from 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, nothin' but breathin' on the
Warnin' sign to let you know, I'm 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 killas at yo front door, killas at yo back door
These hoes through the curtains

And saw them gats pointed at the
but destruction after we touched 'em
Man I thought you
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 body with but fire

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

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

Clizick with the real 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your 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, watch yo ass click
Bite a playa's style and slip, 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 down there with the
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I B N,
Oh, that's what the Fly do, now Killaman what would you do?

First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of Holy Ghost
The devil's already in me so I gotta go too far to loce
You fucked up with the wrong click, so your murder's all on my

Plus Satan's inside, put my to this plastic 9
Burrnin' from the aim, my Glock more
Every blink of the eye but it's all over, you
l two Loogers 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 that wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard I would do and the Triple 6 whole fuckin' crew

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

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

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin'
I blast 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 empty this clip

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

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

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin' bones like it
Ain't shit, for the 9 nickel