Luyện nghe bài hát Maniac Ridaz

1]
I'm gangsta
Representin my
Jokes be the
702 comin yo hood
Putting hollow slugs all up in your
All up in yo
I'm givin a
I be the one gunnin for fun
Sin City gang a ??
You can hang the Sin City gang
no
I'm ridin
With the in my hand
Stay when I'm swervin
All days to the

Wonderin why the bottle keeps
I'm creepin and callin your
Up on it and you for help

But nobodys
Now I'mt he suspect of a
And I left him dead 'cause nobody
Joke doggy dogg heat everywhere that I go
'cause a gangsta like me will bust
And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case blast
that I'm ridin
Wearin all black wit a hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my
9-milla and a chrome .45 and I know
all of my murderers
Heard of gangsta crackin necks
Runnin all with a jet black 9
In a g-ride killin up whole set
a damn with a strap in my hand
Unloadin on punto that I can
up playas in Las Vegas
And erasin these hataz is the masterplan

So know gon' do
When we hit sticks
And hit your
Like some ridaz

So sick and do to you Ripley's wouldn't believe
We got other sick tricks
up our sleeves
So just pass the

Pass the
us the PCP
And you see

How we straps out of our hat and bust caps
And make you ass niggaz take foreverlong naps

2]
I twist 'em up a tornado
Turned
a cranium
Devlish like that motherfucker Damian
loose
I'm funk like Fox
Doom juice with roots
I'm rippin fruit apart
I'm infested the doom
Infected with the
Got a bitch to my wounds
My is dead
Pay attention, then I rinse with siccmade niggaz

That'll a bitchmade nigga
'em like a french braid nigga
Jump on the
I'm meetin Bin Laden
You betta jump on your cellular
And call mama

'cause aint nobody gon' it home
all drama
As I parachute out that
I yell
But you don't hear me
At 30,000 feet up in the air impossible

See I'm nigga
That'll in a bitches yard
Dick hard enough to cut
A pack of glass and in
And get my on
Up in her
I need her permission
'cause I gonna let her live
I stay sick it
And come with it
After I finish with that they know Eklypse did it

3]
I'm fresh out the jail
graduated from an anger management program
I like to punish
Slow roll like a traffic jam

that nigga with a frown turned upside down
I keep it nigga style
I the walk
I talk the
It aint that David Banner
the motherfuckin hawk
Chokin niggaz out
But I it gangsta with the sawed-off
Your hard off
Your motherfuckin be tore off
keep it gangsta
Because we dog niggaz
Got fingers

Along with triggas that'll em
And load 'em up 'em
And let niggaz have it
savage
My 3 loaded automatics
That'll rip ass like Wolverine
I'm on that OE and Listerine
A grousome
Send him and get shot in the neck
Have bitch ass smokin a stick
Just to deal with his
Now 1 1 equal 2
Thats what I
And many bitch niggaz with other bitch niggaz
I got him now I'm after you
I put it in and do him
So hop your bitch ass in effect
Make no
Yeah you dead
I take his across the foggy lake
No
Bing the
And the tape
just another flat-footed cop
Closin a murder case
I aint no games
And I aint in riddles
But you niggaz is sweet and
a bag of skittles
All about my skrilla and
Always pistols
It's kinda
And niggaz appear like ninjas
Off my whistle
Apocolyptic if the sickness
You must

I reveal the strongest
When I hit yo and leave you wicked
Some niggaz call me a

'cause I see the future grousome
Creep up on a ass nigga like an eagle
Sin City Dark