Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at volume
in a residential area

Now I'ma kick up
As I to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up you can't trust
When I pick up I up, ya face get smacked up
I rack 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 stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out their 'n'
'Cause is rocking
Breaking em to the slab
Taking em down on ass
Now what you do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya and creak without a motherfucking paddle
that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than a
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other
You think you got pull pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll the bullet
Then bite the 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 cool shit, cool shit)

I fears no one, I makes em cool off a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, the rolling back?
packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm living large a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to art so the faggots
This black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than
Chewing up like a Hershey Kiss
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 your ass
So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash,
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 torment up a on crack
And I'm witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on Friday The

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police them wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to
Execute, boom, stomping black
Here to 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 niggas is that
I pull my back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night they
like Beirut
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step my hood
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting like wood
Nasty but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
Here comes the white
Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow
But the murderers
like 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing