Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at volume
Preferably in a residential

Now I'ma up dust
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
When I up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped the swiftness
If you think you're then forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause Robin is
Breaking em to the slab
em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya battle, huh?
See ya and creak without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing than a grain
Or a pebble, it from the real rap rebel
Not Bill 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
Then bite the dust and what the
Do what I must and what I must is
The bubble or choose some trouble,
So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is through

(Some shit, some cool shit)

I fears no one, I em cool off like a polar cap
as I hits, misses the rolling back?
Pushing packs to a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm large like 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 so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so find none worst than this
Chewing up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the I'm leaving
wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick to shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, I'm the last nigga
Ya fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and me tag her
Pulling like a stunt
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no to front, so
Here to torment up a track on
And I'm strapped semi-toll milli-ten Mac
Yo, I em off, I breaks em off cheap
as Jason on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, niggas they use to
But now in '92, niggas they pull strap
'Cause, umm, police come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, black soldier
Here to and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, RB to the motherfucking X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be into greed by a
Maniac a gat
See niggas is like that
I pull my back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every they shoot
like Beirut
Maybe you should get a vest for your chest
ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, flat on the concrete
Here the white sheet
Mr. cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers
like 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing