Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

Where my at, where my bitches at
Where my soldias at, where my at
Ya'll fucka's ready to ride (let's ride)
Ya'll motha ready to ride (let's ride)
Family 2002
go
Everybody get and ready
Cause my are getting sweaty
Armageddon is commin and Dayton is ready, for war
All my stand tall, fo sho
I'm givin you you've been waiting for, Bootleg!
I need a bitch to bleed in beg, sufferin till the end, the whole is dead
I'm ready to die, but I'm more for killin,
Anxious and paranoid is the way I'm feelin
is phony like hobos without bologna
wanna catch me so you can whip your straps on
But yall, till the day I murdered em' all
Stack em tall like you be da Paul, or don't em at all
Bitch you see me craw, never see me run
In fact the only you see'n is the barrel of the gun
You to let off
Any time getting set off
a deep breath and blow your fuckin head off
And they got me, said that niggas is just tryin to cop me
the day stoppa make the shit sound slum
There's only one Dayton and one family
And that's all it's ever been and that's all its be
Em'
My objective in this is squeeze triggers for figures
So get for the realist shit you ever saw
Bootleg is you the raw?
The outlaws
(Chorus)
Come on my is you ready to ride
Wit outlaws, outlaws
With the outlaws
Bitch niggas used fo sho
Out Out
Cause we the last outlaws
What bunch of rappers your ready for war
Dayton Niggas walked in the door
2002 who's ill as you be prepared we pointing at you

I be that last outlaw, cut through your jaw
Like a motha chainsaw
Now in da braw, ain't no fakin, don't nobody
You get this pump, hear gage goin Thump Thump
You jump
It ain't no telling where yo is
Ain't nuthin left, Ain't no motha rules nigga
So fucka a
You got me searchin for yo momma house, down the streat
Gotta me at the FBI, until they leave
You got a plan to get away, real shit with no
Till he worries stay, then get away the
And no lookin back, Feds got yo ass jacked
Put you for a stack, whip you with a black mat
Motha Fuck your boys, I run through like Tonka toys
Where the gat? I'm runnin and gunnin you bitches here on my
to the safe boom, Let me in this room, and I'm gunna hang you like a fuckin Kuhn
Yo click, them niggas phony, walk em war and play em like a fuckin stonney
Dayton is what I'm killin, kill shit and bettin
Big head niggas, I em down to a fuckin melon
This is to yo camp, we green, ya'll food stamps
Grown some amps, Don't fuck with these state champs, Ughh
And get prepared for the realist shit you saw
Bootleg is you bringin the
(Chorus)
on my niggas is you ready to ride
Wit outlaws, outlaws
the last outlaws
Bitch getting used fo sho
Out Out
we the last fuckin outlaws
What bunch of rappers think ready for war
Dayton Niggas just in the door
2002 who's ill as you be prepared we pointing at you
On
All my Dayton Ave niggas ride wit me
All my niggas worldwide gunna me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Dayton Ave niggas ride wit me
All my niggas worldwide ride me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Dayton Ave gunna ride wit me
All my niggas worldwide ride me
Put yo guns in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,