Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Choppers

Welcome to misery punk, we deep in this
You know what I'm
KCMO, KCK, you what I'm sayin'
how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place
Trying to produce a record, say

Welcome to misery where the pop it up
When I say pop it up I mean it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper
They clappin' up and now tell everyone

Misery loves company so we done thee
Enemy it be energy sendin' me the route
My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your
you ran your mouth, mouth

We can sing or we can
It ain't no game we
Whether it's or we can aim
Release brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You heard what I'm
We livin' in pain and a shame
That you came and got
And listen man, stay in your
(Midwest Choppers)

We can or we can bang
It ain't no we untamed
Whether fame or we can aim
your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You heard I'm sayin'
We livin' in and it's a shame
That you and got drained
And listen man stay in lane
(Midwest Choppers)

Find the to murderers monologue of a minute
Come out of a sinister formidable
I can let you the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked
and you can see by the look of my face

Give me the mic and mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see I got the hang of it
Pig you try to make a mockery of a city who
Pock 'em and block 'em why you get it, we dangerous

to get strange with it, bang with it
Stop and get a untamed with it
Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with a
to get up and take him out or split cane with it

Well the answer is before your eyes
Who do you despise? Killers who you
We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you
Get up outta the way Techa N9ne be bustin'

Gotta it up I'm a veteran like Edison
I'ma light 'em up and get in head again
I'm than ever, never let 'em feather
Invest it, be fed it since it

Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine
(Choppa, Choppa, Choppa)
Automatic the ammunition
Killin' the competition know it nobody
(Hotta, Hotta, Hotta)
Damagin' everythin' and you know we on a mission

Listen to me, how can I make you I'm a general?
Even if you poppin' the in minimal
Can't see the
And you can bet we criminal

The thing of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So I'ma reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
And I'm about to be up on top of this and truly be
Beggin' for mercy you I ain't givin' you nothin', nothin'

We can sing or we can
It ain't no we untamed
it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no
(Midwest Choppers)

You heard I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and a shame
That you came and got
And listen man, stay in lane
(Midwest Choppers)

We can or we can bang
It ain't no we untamed
Whether fame or we can aim
your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You heard what I'm
We livin' in pain and it's a
you came and got drained
And listen man, in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the
Ain't about women, I'm talkin' about paper
Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already
They're wounded, competition would for sure

The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made
Tough with or with the Baretta tucked under my sweater
And we it in the lot where the blood of my killas
Be keepin' the apartment, you tight but my dealers are better

We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for
The Guillotine will your hands of and throw 'em out the window
We're too for you well your walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed
Why ADDB we be the one contenders

When they come to the street whats the post on the
For the killa I'ma liftin' my middle up to the cop
So on the way to the studio we go makin' another hot track
They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin'

And to the definition of a soldier
My opposition is the my cultural
I split like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma of make
Me and my killer guerrillas 'cause we're the corner boys

They tryin to battle 'cause they our position
But they ain't never gettin' in it, because the music is here
Like I told you we're one competitors dealin'
connect with them to the top
And then we'll stop they get the millions

In the hone of the century they been walkin' the
you can never cross with them
Thinkin' inside they either be as a mean ever polite

You can try to us, you can try to beat us
Try to get your up but it ain't gon' matter
after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter
We takin' over the network, Tech is the master, master

We can or we can bang
It ain't no game we
it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no
(Midwest Choppers)

You what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and a shame
That you and got drained
And listen man, stay in your
(Midwest Choppers)

We can or we can bang
It no game we untamed
Whether it's or we can aim
Release brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You what I'm sayin'
We in pain and it's a shame
That you and got drained
And listen man, stay in lane
(Midwest Choppers)

(Yelling my out loud)
I get to representin' the city, get the
Holla your 'cause I'm a disaster
Dalima get ready, get decibel atcha
Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I'm a style

And I'm now, just so ya know
I make 'em sweat I'm best with the flow
Whenever you flex, we can go, keep stressin' your code
And I'd rather make you on the floor

Midwest's gonna like, she'll flow with the more strike
the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you by the way we rhyme
And we glow like with the more strike the fire

Baby, now you to say it off
I'm sippin' on heindig and bustin'
Like your your enemy's now
Irritated with the haters that be comin'
So I kick it like a brother but with a style

Meetin' with them I' really so, I'm too sick for a cure so
And no need for a doctor my bod work
Late in yo nerves straight 'cause they caught ya
Hands down when I ya, now

Let's take a trip to the back of your real
Strange individual with the mettle to ill
outnumber howlin' with the bro's was real screwed
Get down the talks could be farce and big wheels

Talk it, let me act like you get tough with it
When talk, come out of truck's bitichin'
there's crane's, you know
Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo smokin'

But really you can't get down, what is it? An problem
'Cause I'm bustin' it's like a full heart stopper
Dalima, Tech N9ne, Kaliko with
Rippin' up the flow 'cause we Midwest Choppers

We can or we can bang
It ain't no we untamed
Whether it's or we can aim
Release your brains, it no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a
That you came and got
And listen man, stay in your
(Midwest Choppers)

We can sing or we can
It ain't no game we
Whether fame or we can aim
Release brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You heard I'm sayin'
We livin' in and it's a shame
That you and got drained
And listen man, in your lane

Nigga nigga you better act right, get
'Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin' up the fastest bad-ass's
Hit you the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible
Like to knock the head of a

Diggy, diggy down what'cha found
At the c-c-clownin' house Is bound for your town diggy, diggy,
And if you lookin' for the it can be found
the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me?

And when you hear it then then zip it
De-zip it, make you want to reposition pivot
we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it
And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and it, stop

I write and babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth
While we travelin' were diggin' it
I'll speakin' about the things I'll be doin'
Couple a scoop and I pop my mouth stylin'

But the with you and you and you
And I can stop the drop of the Caribou
And if they see me pop and their with you and you
And I won't hesitate to chop you until you, what do with you?

And if you lookin' for the betterer the to combust
You got the gun for fun
And if you throw people black attitude
When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they down the gun

That Dalima is a chopper, a chopper
That Tech a chopper
will knock your block off
You never see it and hit you
When we gonna get runner, we off

'Cause is than breath we want
And we come in here
But we stop till we get to the top
the way that we're Midwest Chop, ya

Strange music bitch, seven years of
T on T and N, 9 and E, real numbers
Now from us to you, Tech collabo's
Welcome to Misery Company, and for all the haters
peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out