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

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

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

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

You could go ask Charles and he'll you
I'm the man, son
My gun had many mans, watch many mans
Get swept the off, there feet like dust pans
You get touched, man, messing us man

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

You don't have a clue
(Clue)
What we to do
we came to do
You don't have a fucking
What we 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 coming out and God
Bow, fuck that bullet proof

I got pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Aknel, you know I rock
I keep the gun cocked like fucking barbells
Who the want to touch this veteran

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

Now they don't have a clue and
Around the way I see name written on the walls
Like rest in 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 inbreded on the mack 11
They send punk niggas on the highway to
You want to see God hit you with about
You want to see God hit you with seven
Like you shop in Pennsylvania, blood 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 fucking
(Clue)
What we to do
we came to do
You don't have a fucking
we came to do
What we to do

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

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