Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

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What these clown hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go
Put the ball down, we can't
They pen to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you

Crystal', Dana Dane's around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you up now
See my gun, nigga? This got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the root pounds

My buddy, keep my gun, next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
Detach wigs, flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all to wear clean undies?

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

Uh, oh, up, this still
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real spit that shit

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

Me an' Starks clear projects
With our '93 shit, army coat green an' tan Clarks
think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them I'm a rubber ducky

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

I got heavy chrome, don't care if you live or die
happier than Marbury home
Y'all niggaz better me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends meet
The hard shit you kickin' 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 spit that shit

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

I'ma it look like you smoke base
An' we don't no trace
These rap swear that they so safe
I don't 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

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

Fuck the industry of
Shut down the store, bust my
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my
An' some dust head niggaz that'll my clips, what?

Uh, oh, up, this still
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real spit that shit