Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Choppers

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

Welcome to where the killers pop it up
When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the of the gun
We can do it if want it, where the rapper niggas
clappin' up and now they tell everyone

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

We can or we can bang
It ain't no game we
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
you came and got drained
And listen man, in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

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

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

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

Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, it
Definitely the people see that I got the of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a who
'em and block 'em why can't you get it, we dangerous

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

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

Gotta give it up I'm a like Edison
I'ma 'em up and get in your head again
I'm better than ever, never let 'em
Invest it, be fed it it separated

Hit the mic and then we buy a little I'ma
(Choppa, Choppa, Choppa)
Automatic kickin' the
Killin' the know it ain't nobody
(Hotta, Hotta, Hotta)
Damagin' and everybody you know we on a mission

Listen to me, how can I make you I'm a general?
Even if you the competition in minimal
see the killers
And you can bet we criminal

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

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

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

We can or we can bang
It ain't no game we
Whether it's 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 came and got
And listen man, in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

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

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

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

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

And approach to the of a soldier
My opposition is the my future
I like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma fond of make
Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we're the boys

They tryin to battle 'cause they our position
But they never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here
Like I told you we're number one competitors
connect with them to the top
And we'll stop till they get the millions

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

You can try to us, you can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up but it gon' matter
after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter
We over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master

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

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

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

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

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

And I'm impressionable now, just so ya
I make 'em sweat 'cause I'm best with the
Whenever you wanna flex, we can go, keep stressin' your
And I'd rather make you dance on the

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

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

Meetin' with I' really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure so
And no for a doctor my bod won't work
Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause caught ya
Hands down I popped ya, now

Let's take a to the back of your real guilt
individual with the mettle to ill skill
Public outnumber howlin' with the was real screwed
Get down 'cause the talks could be farce and big

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

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

We can sing or we can
It ain't no we untamed
Whether fame 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
you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in lane
(Midwest Choppers)

We can sing or we can
It no game we untamed
it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

You heard what I'm
We livin' in pain and a shame
you came and got drained
And listen man, in your lane

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is a chopper, D-Loc a chopper
Tech N9ne's a chopper
Kaliko will knock block off
You see it come and hit you
When we gonna get runner, we off

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

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