Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

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

Ha, I on your doo like bamboo
Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like
There 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 till they call me your majesty
fat as me still fuck with strategy
My dick stuck way up where her be
But that don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Agassi

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

bailing you out, one call from 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 skipping all that rip
I land one the hand gun

You could go ask Charles and tell you
I'm the man, son
My gun had many mans, watch many mans
Get swept the off, there feet 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)
What we to do
we came to do
You don't a fucking clue
What we to do
we came to do

Ha, I'm untouchable like Ness
My foot lay you down 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 leave you with the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Aknel, you know I rock
I keep the gun point cocked fucking barbells
Who the hell to touch this veteran

is the medicine, fine I'll stop the pedaling
Bullet in your brain leave head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying 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 don't have a clue and shit
Around the way I see your name written on the
Like in peace in you and shit
Your crew they ain't shit
Your mom's about the city had you suing it

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

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

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