Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at volume
Preferably in a area

Now I'ma kick up
As I to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't
When I pick up I lick up, ya get smacked up
I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped the swiftness
If you think you're swift then Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause is rocking
em down to the slab
Taking em on their ass
Now what you do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a paddle
that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're more than a grain
Or a pebble, it from the real rap rebel
Not Bill but I can take it to that other level
You you got pull then pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll the bullet
Then bite the and what the fuck
Do what I and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose 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
as I hits, misses the rolling back?
Pushing packs to make a
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and my pops, kid
I'm living like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to art so the faggots
This young kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
mega some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so find none worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey
Put to sleep, ripping the lyrics I'm
wind 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 watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last
Ya wanna wit, so up your cash, nigga
I stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
in and drag her, sit wit ya girl 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
as Jason on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, they pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police them come and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and to loot
Execute, boom, stomping black
Here to and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found greed by a
with 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, night they shoot
It's Beirut
Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for chest
Anytime ya step my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the
Here the white sheet
Mr. cocked with some yellow tape
But the escape
Outtie 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing