Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
Preferably in a residential

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

(Some cool shit, some shit)

I fears no one, I em cool off like a polar 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
young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega some niggas so who's first to
They say I'm bad so you'll find none than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey
Put to sleep, ripping the I'm leaving
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, 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 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 an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a on crack
And I'm strapped witta semi-toll Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off
as Jason on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas they pull they
'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
wicked styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac a gat
See nowadays is like that
I pull my trigger back, the go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every they shoot
It's like
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
ya step into my hood
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you smoked like wood
Nasty but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
Here the white sheet
Mr. Coroner with some yellow tape
But the escape
like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's a G thing