Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be at high volume
in a residential area

Now kick up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, up suckers you can't trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya get smacked up
When I up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the
If you think you're swift then forget Merry
Now stuff that in your
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause is rocking
Breaking em to the slab
Taking em 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' Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, nothing more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other
You think you got then pull it!
I got the trigger so I you'll bite the bullet
bite the dust and what the fuck
Do I must 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 a profit
Diggy dope on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm living like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, I'm mercenary,
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 Kiss
Put to sleep, the lyrics 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 I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the nigga
Ya fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' and jimmy ragged
Home in and her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
steel like a stunt
Sold 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 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 and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to
Execute, boom, stomping black
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 like
I my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night shoot
like Beirut
Maybe you should get a vest for your chest
ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting like wood
nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
Here comes the sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow
But the murderers
Outtie 5 G's
gangbang but it's just a G thing