Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

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

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

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

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

Straight bailing you out, one call from
Aiming you out like Master P, what we be a about
I got for those dissing
This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all 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, watch many
Get swept the 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 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

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

I got hollow pistol leave you with the infested in the chest
the Aknel, you know I rock well
I keep the gun point cocked like barbells
Who the hell want to touch this

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

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

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

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

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

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