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

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

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

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

Just look into the eyes of the
my AK to knock 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 rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and strange
'Cause I murdered a 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 that cheese, make moves
Nigga ya bleed bustin' 17, please don't scream, run

Either long street sweep
ever run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm of yak, ain't no clue
In to deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what you do?

a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch
Mafia 'cause you don't know who ya fuckin' it
him at his fuckin' home, nothin' but breathin' on the phone
Warnin' 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 North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, three killas at yo back
These hoes peeked the curtains

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

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

Then I shoot you bitch
Blast you in yo head make sure you
'Cause I want you to live
My words of wisdom, the weaker the the bigger the thrill

The Triple 6 Mafia do not sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed, so we to take your fuckin' soul
It's not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it
That's the devil's daughter 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 trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a up clickin' on you niggas, Fly gon' ball, you punk

To you fuckin' imitators, yo ass fuckin' click
Bite a style and slip, soon you will be stankin', bitch
Fly gon' bring them body bags, 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 what would you do?

First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Ghost
The devil's already in me so I 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' from the aim, my knows more
Every blink of the eye but it's all over, you
l have two Loogers in your thigh

Fall on to kness, now it's time for you to guess
My full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do and the 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, 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 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
Broke out the blender and I made Krayzie gravy
It's and when 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, breakin' muthafuckin' bones it
Ain't shit, for the 9 nickel