Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

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Preferably in a area

Now I'ma kick up
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up you can't trust
When I up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just up
Or get with the swiftness
If you think you're swift then Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out sock 'n'
'Cause is rocking
em down to the slab
Taking em on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle,
See ya watch and without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you a boulder, you're nothing more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to other level
You you got pull then pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll the bullet
Then bite the dust and the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is
The bubble or choose trouble, forty-due's
So stick to my Luger, of Rage is coming through

(Some shit, some cool shit)

I no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
as I hits, misses the rolling back?
Pushing to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and my pops, kid
I'm living like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to art so the faggots
This black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than
motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, the lyrics I'm leaving
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, I'm peace
So the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya to talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna wit, so up your cash, nigga
I stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya and watch me tag her
steel like a stunt
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no to front, so
to torment up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta semi-toll Mac
Yo, I em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on The 13th

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police them come and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas and start to loot
Execute, boom, stomping black
Here to and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, RB to the motherfucking X
wicked styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac a gat
See nowadays niggas is that
I pull my back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas wild, every night they shoot
It's Beirut
Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your
Anytime ya into my hood
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the
comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked with some tape
But the murderers
like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's a G thing