Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

Messing my cru
Messing my cru
We will you
We kill you

You don't a fucking clue
(Clue)
What we to do
What we to do
You don't have a clue
What we to do
What we to do

Ha, I on your doo like bamboo
Man listen, Aknel in condition like shampoo
There a man who can handle
I back slap you or clap you
Bullets in your like a tatoo

Now to reality, you ain't as bad as me
I get down for my clan till they call me majesty
Nigga fat as me still with strategy
My dick stuck way up where her be
But that don't matter see, serve your ass like Andre Agassi

tennis, you dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like
Well uh, got it like a tailor
like a sailor, truck like a trailor
Scope the [Incomprehensible]
All the above I've the like Australia

bailing you out, one call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P, that's we be a about
I got ammunition for those
ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit
I one with the hand gun

You could go ask Charles and tell you
I'm the man, son
My gun had bust many mans, many mans
Get swept the fuck off, there like dust pans
You get touched, man, with us man

with my cru
Messing my cru
We will you
We kill you

You have a fucking clue
(Clue)
we came to do
What we to do
You don't have a clue
we came to do
What we to do

Ha, I'm like Elliot Ness
My foot will lay you down to
And bless you with that Russell Simmons
And say thanks for coming out and God
Bow, that bullet proof vest

I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet in the chest
It's the Aknel, you I rock well
I the gun point cocked like fucking barbells
Who the hell want to touch veteran

Murder is the medicine, fine stop the pedaling
in your brain leave your head in pain
On the ground you'll be reaching for exceteran ceteran, ceteran
But fuck that headache 'cuz you for a wake
I threw the gun in the lake, so they don't see me

Now they don't have a and shit
Around the way I see your written on the walls
Like rest in in you and shit
Your crew ain't doing shit
Your mom's about the city had you suing it

Ha, I got the Michael inbreded on the mack 11
They send punk niggas on the highway to
You want to see God hit you with seven
You want to see God hit you with about
Like you shop in Pennsylvania, blood straight redden
Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a one
I might swing my hands like

Messing my cru
Messing my cru
We will you
We will you

You don't have a fucking
(Clue)
we came to do
What we to do
You don't have a clue
What we to do
What we to do

Messing my cru
Messing my cru
We kill you
We will you

You don't have a fucking
(Clue)
What we to do
What we to do
You don't a fucking clue
we came to do
What we to do