Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

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

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

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

Fuck tennis, you dealing with a menace
Wailing on your ass like
Well uh, got it sewn like a
Float like a sailor, truck a trailor
Scope with the
All the above I've the like Australia

Straight bailing you out, one from jail
you out like Master P, that's what we be a about
I got for those dissing
ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit
I one with 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 fuck off, there feet dust pans
You get touched, man, messing us man

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

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

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

I got hollow pistol you with the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Aknel, you know I well
I keep the gun point cocked like fucking
Who the hell want to touch veteran

Murder is the medicine, I'll stop the pedaling
in your brain leave your head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying reaching for exceteran 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 have a and shit
Around the way I see your name on the walls
Like in peace in you and shit
Your they ain't doing shit
Your mom's talking the city had you suing it

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

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

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

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

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