Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be at high volume
Preferably in a residential

Now I'ma up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you trust
I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you just pack up
Or get slapped the swiftness
If you you're swift then forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out sock 'n'
Robin is rocking
Breaking em down to the
Taking em down on ass
Now what you do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and without a motherfucking paddle
that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then it!
I got the trigger so I figure bite the bullet
Then the dust and what the fuck
Do I must and what I must is bust
The or choose some trouble, forty-due's
So to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

(Some shit, some cool shit)

I no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the back?
Pushing packs to make a
Diggy dope stuck on the so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm large 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 worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Kiss
Put to sleep, the lyrics I'm leaving
Rough wind too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half
Ya quick to talk shit I whip ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last
Ya wanna wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy
in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pulling like a stunt
Sold an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a track on
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I em off, I breaks em off cheap
as Jason on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas they pull strap
'Cause, umm, police come wicked 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
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found into by a
Maniac a gat
See nowadays niggas is that
I my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night they
It's like
Maybe you should get a Teflon for your chest
ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the
Here comes the white
Mr. Coroner cocked with yellow tape
But the murderers
Outtie 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's a G thing