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

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

And send left in back to yo, mamy
that bitch might 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 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 acid on them, too
That What I would do, Skinny Pimp what you do?

look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' my AK to out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done
no trace 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 murdered a and the devil just rushin' my time

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

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

First a looked 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 breathin' on the
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
a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, three killas at yo door
These hoes peeked the curtains

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

Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches
Gangsta Boo the devil's daughter comin' the livin' dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous, I hurt you bitch
Torture your body 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 the thrill

The Triple 6 Mafia do not sorry for none of you dirty 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 Triple 6 for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take last breath
Six niggaz trill, to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a fucked up clickin' on you niggas, Fly gon' ball, you

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

Dig it and bury that bitch, lay 'em down there with the devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I B N,
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 in me so I ain't gotta go too far to loce
You fucked up with the click, so your murder's all on my mind

Plus Satan's inside, put my to this plastic 9
Burrnin' the aim, my Glock knows 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 it's for you to guess
My full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, cool
You what I would do and the Triple 6 whole fuckin' crew

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

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

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

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

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