Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
in a residential area

Now I'ma up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, up suckers you can't trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya face get up
When I rack up, so all you just pack up
Or get slapped the swiftness
If you think you're swift forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff in your stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause is rocking
Breaking em down to the
em down on their ass
Now what you do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other
You you got pull then pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the
Then bite the dust and what the
Do what I must and I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble,
So to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

(Some cool shit, cool shit)

I no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the back?
Pushing packs to a profit
dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm living large a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the
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 worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey
Put to sleep, ripping the 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 watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the nigga
Ya wanna wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy
Home in and her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pulling steel a stunt
like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on Friday The

in the days, niggas they use to scrap
But now in '92, they pull they strap
'Cause, umm, them come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas and start to loot
Execute, boom, black soldier
to teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, RB to the motherfucking X
Flex styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac 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 vest for your chest
ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no
One to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays on the concrete
Here comes the sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked some yellow tape
But the murderers
like 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing