Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
in a residential area

Now I'ma up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up you can't trust
When I pick up I up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just up
Or get slapped with the
If you think you're swift then Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out sock 'n'
'Cause is rocking
em down to the slab
Taking em 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
on you like a boulder, you're nothing more 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 pull then it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll 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 like a cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the rolling
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 young 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, ripping the lyrics I'm
Rough wind too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I whip 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 ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya and watch me tag her
Pulling steel a stunt
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no to front, so
Here to torment up a on crack
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on The 13th

Back in the days, niggas they use to
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, black soldier
Here to teach and ya
The ennerator, dominator, RB to the motherfucking X
Flex styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac a gat
See nowadays niggas is that
I pull my trigger back, the go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, going wild, every night they shoot
like Beirut
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya into my hood
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked wood
Nasty but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked with some tape
But the escape
like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's a G thing