Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
Preferably in a area

Now kick up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up you can't trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you just pack up
Or get with the swiftness
If you think you're swift then Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause Robin is
em down to the slab
Taking em on their ass
Now you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a paddle
that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're more than a grain
Or a pebble, it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull pull it!
I got the trigger so I you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and what the
Do what I must and I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble,
So to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

(Some cool shit, cool shit)

I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the rolling
Pushing to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and my pops, kid
I'm large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, I'm mercenary,
mega some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find worst than this
Chewing up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the lyrics I'm
Rough flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash,
I make stagger, ob' skills and ragged
Home in and her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pulling steel a stunt
Sold an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
to torment up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta semi-toll Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I em off cheap
Deadly as on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, niggas use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas they pull they
'Cause, umm, them come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to
Execute, boom, stomping black
Here to and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be into greed by a
with 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 Beirut
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked like
nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
Here comes the white
Mr. Coroner cocked with yellow tape
But the escape
like 5 G's
Lyrical but it's just a G thing