Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

Where my at, where my bitches at
Where my soldias at, where my at
Ya'll motha ready to ride (let's ride)
Ya'll motha fucka's ready to (let's ride)
Dayton 2002
go
Everybody get prepared and
my palms are getting sweaty
Armageddon is commin and Dayton is ready, for war
All my stand tall, fo sho
I'm you what 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 describing the way I'm
Niggas is like hobos without bologna
wanna catch me alone so you can whip your on
But fuck yall, the day I murdered em' all
em tall like you be da Paul, or don't stack em at all
Bitch you never see me craw, see me run
In fact the thing you see'n is the barrel of the gun
You to let off
Any time it's set off
a deep breath and blow your fuckin head off
And got me, said that some niggas is just tryin to cop me
Bitin the day stoppa make the shit sound
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 for the realist shit you ever saw
is you brining the raw?
The outlaws
(Chorus)
Come on my niggas is you to ride
Wit outlaws, outlaws
the last outlaws
Bitch niggas used fo sho
Out Out
we the last fuckin outlaws
What bunch of rappers think ready for war
Dayton just walked in the door
2002 who's ill as you be prepared because we at you

I be that last fuckin outlaw, cut your jaw
Like a motha fuckin
Now in da braw, ain't no fakin, nobody move
You get this pump, this gage goin Thump Thump
You shouldn'a
It no telling 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, real with no delay
Till he worries stay, then get the toupee
And ain't no lookin back, Feds got yo ass
Put you for a stack, then you with a black mat
Fuck your boys, I run through ya'll like Tonka toys
Where the gat? I'm runnin and gunnin you here on my tomb
Listen to the safe boom, Let me in this room, and I'm gunna hang you a fuckin Kuhn
Yo click, them niggas phony, walk em war and play em like a fuckin stonney
is what I'm killin, kill shit and star bettin
Big head niggas, I em down to a fuckin melon
This is to yo camp, we green, some food stamps
Grown some amps, Don't fuck with these state champs, Ughh
And get prepared for the realist you ever saw
Bootleg is you bringin the
(Chorus)
Come on my is you ready to ride
Wit outlaws, outlaws
With the outlaws
Bitch niggas used fo sho
Out Out
we the last fuckin outlaws
What of rappers think your ready for war
Dayton Niggas just in the door
2002 who's ill as you be because we pointing at you
On
All my Dayton Ave niggas ride wit me
All my niggas gunna ride me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Ave niggas gunna ride wit me
All my worldwide gunna ride me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Ave niggas gunna ride wit me
All my worldwide gunna ride me
Put yo guns in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,