Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

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Preferably in a area

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

(Some cool shit, some 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
dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm living large a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm to broke 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 none worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up a Hershey Kiss
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 to talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the nigga
Ya wanna 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
Pulling like a stunt
Sold an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a on crack
And I'm strapped semi-toll milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on The 13th

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 to loot
Execute, boom, stomping soldier
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 my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas wild, every night they shoot
It's like
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya into my hood
But that'll do you no
One to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked like wood
nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
Here comes the white
Mr. Coroner cocked some yellow tape
But the escape
like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G