Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

Where my at, where my bitches at
Where my at, where my killas at
Ya'll motha ready to ride (let's ride)
motha fucka's ready to ride (let's ride)
Dayton Family
go
Everybody get and ready
my palms are getting sweaty
Armageddon is commin and family 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 bleed in beg, sufferin till the end, the whole is dead
I'm ready to die, but I'm eager for killin,
Anxious and paranoid is the way I'm feelin
is phony like hobos without bologna
wanna me alone so you can whip your straps on
But yall, till the day I murdered em' all
em tall like you be da Paul, or don't stack em at all
Bitch you see me craw, never 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
Take a breath and blow your fuckin head off
And got me, said that some niggas is just tryin to cop me
Bitin the day make the shit sound slum
There's one Dayton Avenue and one family
And all it's ever been and that's all its gunna be
Em'
My objective in this game is triggers for figures
So get for the realist shit you ever saw
Bootleg is you the raw?
The last
(Chorus)
Come on my niggas is you ready to
Wit some outlaws,
the last outlaws
Bitch niggas getting 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

I be last fuckin outlaw, cut through your jaw
Like a fuckin chainsaw
Now in da braw, ain't no fakin, don't nobody
You get this pump, hear this goin Thump Thump
You jump
It ain't no telling yo body is
Ain't nuthin left, Ain't no motha 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, 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 like toys
Where the gat? I'm runnin and gunnin you bitches here on my
Listen to the safe boom, Let me in this room, and I'm gunna hang you a fuckin Kuhn
Yo click, them phony, walk em into war and play em like a fuckin stonney
Dayton is 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 for the realist shit you ever saw
Bootleg is you the raw?
(Chorus)
Come on my niggas is you to ride
Wit some outlaws,
With the outlaws
Bitch niggas getting fo sho
Out Out
Cause we the fuckin outlaws
What bunch of rappers your ready for war
Niggas just walked 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 gunna ride me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Dayton Ave 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 niggas gunna ride me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,