Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

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

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

Now to reality, you ain't as bad as me
I get down for my clan till 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 serve your ass like Agassi

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

Straight bailing you out, one from jail
Aiming you out like Master P, that's we be a about
I got ammunition for those
This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip
I land one 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 like dust
You get touched, man, messing us man

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 don't a fucking clue
What we to do
we came to do

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

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

Murder is the medicine, I'll stop the pedaling
Bullet in brain leave 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 don't see me upstate

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

Ha, I got the name Michael 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 with seven
Like you shop in Pennsylvania, your straight redden
Get it Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one
I might my hands like Macarena

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 don't a fucking clue
we came to do
What we to do

Messing my cru
Messing my cru
We kill you
We will 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
What we to do