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
we came to do
You don't a fucking clue
What we to do
What we to do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha, I got the Michael inbreded on the mack 11
They punk niggas on the highway to heaven
You to see God hit you with about seven
You want to see God hit you with seven
Like you shop in Pennsylvania, blood straight redden
Get it Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear 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)
What we to do
What we to do
You don't have a fucking
we came to do
What we to do

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

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