Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

World premiere, world

these clown niggaz hollerin'?
What they need to be is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we score
They pen shit to blackboards, make out of whack broads
You see us Fuck that 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 metal 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 knew her son had a big
An' someday, death would
Please, for Ms. sake an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't around, they knocked to her weave

Uh, oh, word up, still
What you 'bout, baby?
kids spit that shit

Let's go, let's go, 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 like I'm a rubber ducky

I got a revolver in the pump about the size of
I faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin'
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, gotta meet
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, up, this still
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that

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

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

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

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

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