Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

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

Ha, I roll on your doo like
Man listen, Aknel stay in like shampoo
There a man who can handle
Once I back 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 till call me your majesty
Nigga fat as me still with strategy
My stuck way up where her blatter be
But that matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi

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

bailing you out, one call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P, what we be a about
I got for those dissing
This R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit
I one with the hand gun

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

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

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

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

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

Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the
Bullet in your brain your head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying for exceteran ceteran, ceteran
But that headache '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
the way I see your name written on the walls
Like rest in in you and shit
crew they ain't doing shit
Your mom's talking about the city had you it

Ha, I got the name inbreded 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, blood straight redden
Get it Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one
I swing my hands like Macarena

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

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