Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

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Preferably in a area

Now kick up dust
As I to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers pack up
Or get slapped the swiftness
If you think you're swift then Merry Christmas
Now that in your stocking
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 you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain
Roll on you a boulder, you're nothing more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the
bite the dust and what the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is
The bubble or some trouble, forty-due's
So to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

(Some cool shit, cool 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
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 hard to art so the faggots
This young kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find worst than this
motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the lyrics I'm
Rough wind too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in niggas
Ya quick to shit I whip your ass nigga
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash,
I make stagger, ob' skills and ragged
in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pulling steel a stunt
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no to front, so
Here to up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta semi-toll Mac
Yo, I em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on Friday The

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, they pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police them come wicked and dem
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and to loot
Execute, boom, stomping soldier
Here to and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found into by a
Maniac a gat
See niggas is like that
I my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, going wild, every night they shoot
like Beirut
Maybe you should get a 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 nigga but he pumps, lays on the concrete
Here comes the white
Mr. Coroner cocked with yellow tape
But the escape
Outtie 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing