Luyện nghe bài hát Maniac Ridaz

1]
I'm steppin
Representin my
Jokes be the
702 comin through yo
Putting hollow slugs all up in brain
All up in yo
I'm a fuck
I be the one gunnin for fun
Sin City with a ??
You can with the Sin City gang
no
I'm ridin
With the heat in my
Stay when I'm swervin
All to the curbin

Wonderin why the bottle turnin
I'm and callin your homies
Up on it and you callin for

But there
Now I'mt he of a bloodbath
And I left him dead 'cause nobody
Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere I go
'cause a like me will bust back
And a vest on my chest in case anybody blast
Fuck I'm ridin
Wearin all black wit a hard hat low over my eyes
And the right by my side
glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my
Heard of gangsta crackin necks
Runnin all night a jet black 9
In a g-ride killin up your set
Givin a damn a strap in my hand
Unloadin on punto that I can
Fuckin up playas in Las
And these hataz is the masterplan bitch

So know gon' do
When we hit sticks
And hit block
some maniac ridaz

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

the weed
us the PCP
And you see

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

2]
I 'em up like a tornado
tasmanian
Crack a
Devlish like that motherfucker Damian
loose
I'm startin like Fox
Doom juice with roots
I'm fruit loops apart
I'm with the doom
with the plague
Got a to lick my wounds
My is dead
Pay attention, then I rinse down with niggaz

That'll a bitchmade nigga
Twist 'em like a braid nigga
Jump on the
I'm Osama Bin Laden
You betta jump on cellular phone
And call your

'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 it's

See I'm nigga
land in a bitches yard
Dick hard enough to cut
A of glass and in barge
And get my on
Up in her
I don't her permission
I aint gonna let her live
I stay sick it
And equipped with it
After I finish with that bitch know Eklypse did it

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

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

with triggas that'll scratch em
And 'em up unload 'em
And let bitch have it
Ghetto
My claws 3 automatics
That'll rip your ass like
When I'm on that OE and
A scene
Send him home and get shot in the
Have bitch ass smokin a stick
Just to deal his death
Now 1 plus 1 2
what I assume
And many bitch hang with other bitch niggaz
I got him now I'm comin you
I put it in and do him
So hop your bitch ass in this
no mistake
Yeah you dead
I take his soul the foggy lake
No
the chalk
And the tape
just another flat-footed cop
Closin a bloody murder
I playin no games
And I aint speakin in
But you niggaz is sweet and
a bag of skittles
All about my skrilla and
Always pistols
kinda mystical
And niggaz appear like ninjas
Off my gangsta
Apocolyptic season if the
You must

I the strongest weakness
I hit yo block and leave you wicked
Some call me a demon

'cause I see the future livin
Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an
Sin City angel