Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

World premiere, premiere

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

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

My buddy, keep my gun, right to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit lungies
Detach wigs, kill off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear undies?

See, y'all listened to her
She her son had a big mouth
An' someday, would occur
Please, for Ms. Gale's an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, nigga, is Ghost with Ghostface
I sell millions but I get millions
From the that smoke base
leavin' out with 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 leave no trace
These rap niggaz swear that they so
I don't talk to you, homes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand, one in my
An' I could dial your like a smile off the face

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a
Tell rap niggaz to suck my dick

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

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