Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

You don't have a fucking
(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 roll on your doo bamboo
Man listen, Aknel stay in condition shampoo
ain't a man who can handle
Once I slap you or clap you
Bullets in your skin like a

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

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

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

You go ask Charles and he'll 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, messing us man

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

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

Ha, I'm like Elliot Ness
My foot lay you down to rest
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 infested in the
It's the Aknel, you know I rock
I keep the gun point cocked like fucking
Who the want to touch this veteran

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

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

Ha, I got the name Michael inbreded on the 11
They send punk 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, your blood redden
Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to a fear one
I might swing my like Macarena

with 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 have a fucking clue
we came to do
What we to do

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

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