Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

World premiere, premiere

these clown niggaz hollerin'?
What need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we score
They pen to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, pass off, you bitch

Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your
rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun, nigga? baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe the pump root pounds

My buddy, my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, spit metal lungies
wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?

See, y'all listened to her
She her son had a big mouth
An' someday, death would
Please, for Ms. Gale's an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't around, they knocked to her weave

Uh, oh, word up, this
What you 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that

Let's go, go, let's go, yo, yeah

Me an' clear projects parks
With our '93 shit, coat green an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz think I'm lucky, wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber

I got a revolver in the pump about the of Chucky
I faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Monkey
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin'

I got heavy chrome, don't care if you live or die
They happier than home
niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch eat, ends gotta meet
The hard you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year
It's son who fall, the four-four, niggaz like

Uh, oh, word up, still
What you talkin' 'bout,
Real kids spit that

Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get
From the fiends that smoke
leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, burn him an' kick his out
I can I won't get you no case

I'ma make it look like you base
An' we don't leave no
These rap niggaz swear they so safe
I wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate
My be in my hand, one in my palm
An' I could your number like a smile off the face

the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer
Metal spit the grungiest shit
shit, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap niggaz to suck my

the industry of [Incomprehensible]
Shut the store, bust my shit
I got hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks
An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips,

Uh, oh, word up, this
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit shit