Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest Choppers

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

Welcome to misery the killers pop it up
I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody it, where the rapper niggas
They up and now they tell everyone

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

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 in pain and it's a shame
That you and got drained
And listen man, in your lane
(Midwest 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 and it's a shame
That you came and got
And listen man in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

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

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

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

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

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

Hit the mic and we buy a little medicine I'ma
(Choppa, Choppa, Choppa)
Automatic kickin' the
Killin' the competition know it nobody
(Hotta, Hotta, Hotta)
Damagin' everythin' and everybody you know we on a

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

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

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 a shame
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 it's or we can aim
Release your brains, it no thing
(Midwest Choppers)

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

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

The killa must be a fully damn brettin' made company
Tough with or the Baretta tucked right under my sweater
And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my
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 away lookin' so ridiculed
Why ADDB we be the number one

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

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

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

In the hone of the century they walkin' the limbo
Chemistry you can never cross them
Thinkin' inside that they 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 ain't matter
'Cause after we get bendin' bustin there be no laughter
We takin' over the network, N9ne is the master, master

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

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

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

And I'm impressionable now, just so ya
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 flow like, she'll flow the more strike
'Cause the energy is the
I can that 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 sendin' enemy's now
with the haters that be comin' around
So I kick it like a brother but with a African

with them I' really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure so
And no need for a doctor my bod won't
Late in makin' yo nerves 'cause they caught ya
Hands when I popped ya, now

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

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

But really you can't get down, what is it? An problem
whenever I'm bustin' it's like a full heart stopper
Dalima, Tech N9ne, Kaliko D-Loc
Rippin' up with the 'cause we Midwest 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 it's a
That you came and got
And man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

We can or we can bang
It no game we untamed
Whether it's or we can aim
Release your brains, it 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 your

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

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

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

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

But the with you and you and you
And I can with the drop of the Caribou
And if they see me pop and 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 betterer the to combust
You got the gun for fun
And if you people some black attitude
When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they down the gun

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

'Cause is than breath we want
And we come in here
But we won't stop we get to the top
Givin' the way that we're Chop, ya

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