Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
Preferably in a residential

Now kick up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you trust
When I pick up I up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers pack up
Or get slapped with the
If you think you're swift then forget Christmas
Now stuff that in stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out their 'n'
'Cause Robin is
em down to the slab
Taking em on their ass
Now what you do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a motherfucking
Rattle that brain, I'm not that ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that level
You think you got pull then it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the
bite the dust and what the fuck
Do what I and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble,
So stick to my Luger, of Rage is coming through

(Some shit, some cool shit)

I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a cap
as I hits, misses the rolling back?
Pushing packs to make a
Diggy stuck on the topic so stop and gimme 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 some niggas so who's to diss
They say I'm bad so find none worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey
Put to sleep, the lyrics I'm leaving
wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I whip ass nigga
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya and watch me tag her
Pulling like a stunt
like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a on crack
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off
Deadly as on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas they pull strap
'Cause, umm, police them wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to
Execute, boom, black soldier
Here to teach and ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found greed by a
with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like
I pull my back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, night they shoot
It's like
Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for chest
ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays on the concrete
Here the white sheet
Mr. cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers
Outtie 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing