Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

Where my ganstas at, where my at
Where my soldias at, my killas at
Ya'll fucka's ready to ride (let's ride)
Ya'll motha fucka's ready to (let's ride)
Family 2002
go
Everybody get prepared and
Cause my palms are getting
Armageddon is commin and Dayton is ready, for war
All my soldias tall, fo sho
I'm you what you've been waiting for, Bootleg!
I need a bitch to in beg, sufferin till the end, the whole world is dead
I'm ready to die, but I'm eager for killin,
Anxious and is describing the way I'm feelin
Niggas is phony hobos without bologna
catch me alone so you can whip your straps on
But yall, till the day I murdered em' all
Stack em tall you be da Paul, or don't stack 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 it's set off
Take a deep and blow your fuckin head off
And they got me, said that some is just tryin to cop me
Bitin the day stoppa make the sound slum
There's only one Dayton Avenue and one
And that's all it's ever been and that's all its be
Em'
My objective in game is squeeze triggers for figures
So get prepared for the realist you ever saw
Bootleg is you the raw?
The outlaws
(Chorus)
on my niggas is you ready to ride
Wit some outlaws,
With the last
Bitch getting used fo sho
Out Out
Cause we the last fuckin
What bunch of rappers your ready for war
Dayton Niggas just walked in the
2002 who's ill as you be prepared because we at you

I be that fuckin 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 this gage goin Thump
You shouldn'a
It ain't no where yo body is
Ain't left, Ain't no motha fuckin rules nigga
So a breath
You got me for yo momma house, right down the streat
Gotta me bustin at the FBI, they leave
You got a plan to get away, shit with no delay
Till he worries stay, get away the toupee
And no lookin back, Feds got yo ass jacked
Put you for a stack, then whip you with a mat
Motha Fuck your boys, I run through ya'll Tonka toys
Where the gat? I'm runnin and gunnin you here on my tomb
Listen to the boom, Let me in this room, and I'm gunna hang you like a fuckin Kuhn
Yo click, them niggas phony, walk em into war and em like a fuckin stonney
Dayton is what I'm killin, kill and star bettin
Big head niggas, I em down to a fuckin melon
is to yo camp, we green, ya'll some food stamps
Grown like some amps, Don't fuck these state champs, Ughh
And get for the realist shit you ever saw
Bootleg is you bringin the
(Chorus)
Come on my niggas is you ready to
Wit outlaws, outlaws
With the outlaws
niggas getting used fo sho
Out Out
we the last fuckin outlaws
What bunch of rappers your ready for war
Dayton Niggas just walked in the
2002 who's ill as you be prepared we pointing at you
On
All my Dayton Ave gunna ride wit me
All my niggas worldwide gunna me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Ave niggas gunna ride wit me
All my niggas worldwide gunna me
Put yo guns in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Dayton Ave niggas gunna wit me
All my worldwide gunna ride me
Put yo guns in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,