Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

Messing my cru
Messing my cru
We kill 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
we came to do

Ha, I roll on doo like bamboo
Man listen, stay in condition like shampoo
ain't a man who can handle
Once I slap you or clap you
Bullets in skin like a tatoo

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

Fuck tennis, you dealing a straight menace
on your ass like Venice
Well uh, got it like a tailor
Float a sailor, truck like a trailor
Scope with the
All the above done the like Australia

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

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

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

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

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

I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet in the chest
the Aknel, you know I rock well
I keep the gun point cocked like fucking
Who the hell want to touch this

Murder is the medicine, I'll stop the pedaling
Bullet in your brain leave head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying reaching for ceteran, ceteran
But fuck that 'cuz you headed for a wake
I threw the gun in the lake, so they see me upstate

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

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

Messing my cru
Messing my cru
We will 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

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

You have a fucking clue
(Clue)
What we to do
we came to do
You have a fucking clue
we came to do
What we to do