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

Ha, I on your doo like bamboo
Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like
ain't a man who can handle
Once I back you or clap you
Bullets in your skin like a

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 with
My dick stuck way up where her be
But don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi

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

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

You could go ask Charles and tell you
I'm the man, son
My gun had bust many mans, 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 kill you

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

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

I got hollow pistol you with the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Aknel, you I rock well
I keep the gun point cocked fucking barbells
Who the hell want to 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 reaching for exceteran ceteran, ceteran
But fuck that 'cuz you headed for a wake
I threw the gun in the lake, so don't 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
crew they ain't doing shit
Your mom's about the city had you suing it

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

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

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

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