Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

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

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

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

See, should've 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, ain't fuckin' around, they to her weave

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

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

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

I got a revolver in the about the size of Chucky
I remember 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 Iron
My shit powerful enough to lift a donkey

I got heavy chrome, niggaz care if you live or die
happier than Marbury home
Y'all niggaz better me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, gotta meet
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as

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

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

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

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

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

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

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