Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

Where my at, where my bitches at
Where my at, where my killas at
motha fucka's ready to ride (let's ride)
Ya'll motha fucka's to ride (let's ride)
Family 2002
go
Everybody get and ready
my palms are getting sweaty
Armageddon is commin and family is ready, for war
All my stand tall, fo sho
I'm givin you what you've waiting for, Bootleg!
I need a bitch to bleed in beg, till the end, the whole world is dead
I'm to die, but I'm more eager for killin,
Anxious and paranoid is the way I'm feelin
Niggas is phony like hobos 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 it's set off
Take a deep breath and 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 Avenue and one family
And that's all ever been and that's all its gunna be
Em'
My objective in this game is triggers for figures
So get prepared for the shit you ever saw
Bootleg is you brining the
The last
(Chorus)
Come on my niggas is you ready to
Wit outlaws, outlaws
the last outlaws
Bitch getting used fo sho
Out Out
we the last fuckin outlaws
What of rappers think your ready for war
Niggas just walked in the door
2002 ill as you be prepared because we pointing at you

I be that last fuckin outlaw, cut through jaw
Like a motha fuckin
Now in da braw, ain't no fakin, don't move
You get this pump, hear this gage goin Thump
You jump
It ain't no telling yo body is
Ain't nuthin left, Ain't no motha fuckin nigga
So a breath
You got me searchin for yo momma house, right 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 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
Listen to the safe boom, Let me in room, and I'm gunna hang you like a fuckin Kuhn
Yo click, them niggas phony, walk em into war and play em a fuckin stonney
Dayton is what I'm killin, kill shit and bettin
Big niggas, I beat em down to a fuckin melon
This is to yo camp, we green, ya'll some stamps
like some amps, Don't fuck with these state champs, Ughh
And get prepared for the realist you ever saw
Bootleg is you the raw?
(Chorus)
Come on my niggas is you ready to
Wit outlaws, outlaws
With the outlaws
Bitch getting used fo sho
Out Out
Cause we the last fuckin
What bunch of think your ready for war
Niggas just walked in the door
2002 who's ill as you be because we pointing at you
On
All my Dayton Ave gunna ride wit me
All my niggas worldwide gunna me
Put yo guns in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
All my Ave niggas gunna 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 worldwide gunna ride me
Put yo muthafuckin in the sky wit me
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,
Outlaws, Outlaws,