Luyện nghe bài hát Niguz Talk Shit

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
Two to the head, I shot the in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, and Glocks
Shit, killin every in sight
a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga no brains
Burst in flames, turn the mic into stains
Any thought I think, you blink and death
So I rip the mic and pat my to the left
5ft. Excellerator, greater than crew
in your whole mob, muthafucka, you're still through
Yo nigga, where's my
I got riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no
Buckshot's in the and you know my name

(CHORUS)
talk shit but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit but that my steel'
Niggas talk shit but ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
Slow it down one for that hoe with the lick
Pass the automatic, I'm about to
And spray with my vocal (?)
to the chest penetrate through the vest
And I roll mad deep niggas back off
with Buckshot it's blood you cough
I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a
But I chocke a stunt if it's she want
So the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow the hoe
And her nigga, triggers I'm to
Like angel dust I holes in your crew
You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my
the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop
So yo way so I can make my day
I'm fonky but you're Le Pew

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(VERSE 3: Shorty)
Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're mad shit
If really on my dick, bend, take a lick
Here's your choice my voice'll break backbones and necks
Who's next to flex and the wrath of my tec
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Ray
I murder then I drop dead in the lake
Beats with mad funk, pop the
Play my tape you lay back, puff the skunk
I'm no joke, I the script like De Niro
I'm a full-course meal, you're a Hero
I'm sorta the mob when I get a job done
and all that, guns, guns
So stay the back or feel the heat from my gat
Shorty, see, I always stay strapped
With the nickel on my muthafuckin waistline
Bitch, you know my name, it in

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