Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

World premiere, world

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

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

My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
Detach wigs, kill off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all 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
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids that shit

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

Me an' Starks projects parks
With our '93 shit, army 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 in the pump about the size of Chucky
I remember easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school the Iron Monkey
My shit enough to lift a fuckin' donkey

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

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year
son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit shit

Yeah, nigga, is Ghost with Ghostface
I sell millions but I get millions
the fiends that smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a face
Tone, burn him an' his teeth out
I can swear I get you no case

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

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

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

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