Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

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

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

Ha, I roll on your doo like
Man listen, Aknel stay in condition shampoo
There a man who can handle
Once I back you or clap you
in your skin like a tatoo

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

Fuck tennis, you with a straight 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

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

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

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 have a fucking clue
What we to do
we came to do

Ha, I'm like Elliot Ness
My foot lay you down 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 leave you the bullet infested in the chest
the Aknel, you know I rock well
I keep the gun point like fucking barbells
Who the hell to touch this veteran

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

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

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

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

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

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

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