Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

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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 slapped the swiftness
If you think you're swift then forget Merry
Now stuff in your stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause Robin is
em down to the slab
Taking em down on ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya battle, huh?
See ya and creak without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing than a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to other level
You think you got pull then it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll the bullet
Then the dust and what the fuck
Do what I must and I must is bust
The bubble or some trouble, forty-due's
So stick to my Luger, Lady of is coming through

(Some shit, some cool shit)

I no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, the rolling back?
packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and my pops, kid
I'm large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the
This black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
mega some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find worst than this
Chewing up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the I'm leaving
Rough flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I whip your ass
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up cash, nigga
I stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya and watch me tag her
Pulling steel like a
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no to front, so
to torment up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off
Deadly as Jason on Friday The

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