Luyện nghe bài hát Maniac Ridaz

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

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

But nobodys
Now he suspect of a bloodbath
And I left him dead 'cause cares
Joke doggy dogg heat everywhere that I go
'cause a gangsta like me bust back
And a bulletproof on my chest in case anybody blast
Fuck I'm ridin
Wearin all black wit a hard hat low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I
That all of my
of this gangsta crackin necks
Runnin all night with a jet 9
In a killin up your whole set
Givin a damn with a in my hand
on every punto that I can
Fuckin up playas in Las
And these hataz is the masterplan bitch

So know whatchu do
we hit them sticks
And hit block
some maniac ridaz

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

Pass the
us the PCP
And you see

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

2]
I 'em up like a tornado
Turned
Crack a
Devlish like that evil Damian
Cuttin
I'm startin like Fox
juice with doom roots
I'm fruit loops apart
I'm infested 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
'em like a french braid nigga
Jump on the
I'm Osama Bin Laden
You betta jump on cellular phone
And your mama

'cause aint gon' make it home
It's all
As I out that motherfucker
I geroni-MO
But you don't me though
At 30,000 up in the air it's impossible

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

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

that nigga with a frown turned upside down
I it rough nigga style
I walk the
I the talk
It aint that David Banner
It's the motherfuckin
bitch niggaz out
But I keep it gangsta the sawed-off
body hard off
Your face be tore off
keep it gangsta
Because we dog bitch
Got itchy

Along with that'll scratch em
And 'em up unload 'em
And let niggaz have it
Ghetto
My claws 3 loaded
rip your ass like Wolverine
When I'm on OE and Listerine
A scene
him home and get shot in the neck
Have your bitch ass smokin a
Just to deal with his
Now 1 plus 1 2
Thats I assume
And many bitch niggaz hang with bitch niggaz
I got him now I'm after you
I put it in and do him
So hop your ass in this effect
Make no
Yeah you dead
I take his across the foggy lake
No
the chalk
And the tape
It's another flat-footed cop
Closin a bloody murder
I aint playin no
And I speakin in riddles
But you is sweet and colorful
a bag of skittles
All my skrilla and bits
pack pistols
It's kinda
And thug niggaz appear like
Off my whistle
Apocolyptic if the sickness
You forget

I reveal the strongest
When I hit yo block and leave you
niggaz call me a demon

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