Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
Preferably in a area

Now I'ma 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
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 your
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out sock 'n'
'Cause is rocking
Breaking em to the slab
Taking em down on ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle,
See ya and creak without a motherfucking paddle
that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, nothing more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick but I can take it to that other level
You think you got then pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the
bite the dust and what the fuck
Do what I and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble,
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
Lynching as I hits, the rolling back?
packs to make a profit
Diggy stuck 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 black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega some niggas so first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than
Chewing up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, the lyrics I'm leaving
Rough wind too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I your ass nigga
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
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya and watch me tag her
steel like a stunt
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no to front, so
Here to up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I em off cheap
Deadly as on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas they pull they
'Cause, umm, police them wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so retaliate and start 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 like
I my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
it, niggas going wild, every night they shoot
It's like
Maybe you should get a vest for your chest
Anytime ya step my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you smoked like wood
Nasty but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
comes the white sheet
Mr. cocked with some yellow tape
But the escape
Outtie 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing