Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential

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

(Some cool shit, cool shit)

I fears no one, I makes em cool off a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the back?
Pushing packs to a profit
Diggy stuck on the topic 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
This young kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
mega some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Kiss
Put to sleep, the lyrics I'm leaving
Rough flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half
Ya quick to talk shit I your ass nigga
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and 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 witta 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 they
'Cause, umm, police them come wicked and dem
Niggas, so retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, stomping soldier
to teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, RB to the motherfucking X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found greed 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, niggas going wild, every night they
like Beirut
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no
One slug to ya face, no hate, you smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, flat on the concrete
Here the white sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow
But the escape
like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G