Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

[fatal -
O.n.s. in mother fucker
We got the plague in mother fucker
The pentagon in this fucker

[verse 1 -
these blocks
You these hot glocks
Cock you drop
All you cops
You don't see shots
I beef deep with the
what the streets do to me
all new to me
I'll creep on you like
You don't see the bad image
Of primace
From here to crems
Through every with a sentence
Frozen weight in a
Six to soup ya
On due we always
Right by the troopers
When I'm with sal
I thinkin 'bout al
coverin my body
At the rink I wow
I bag a or two
This but a for you
I got more bodies than
I drink naughty or new
your crew
This of shit we do for a petty hobby
Fuck the whole
This fatal dawg everybody (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this shit you never heard
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these
That shit we don't got be that shit we take

[verse 2 - x]
It's the x
Like
Black as a
How many shots I left in your chest
I countin
But your exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, with the loaded
Let the opponent
Get possessed with this omen
The coldest crome to your
Sewn and it's own
Let the barrel my ferocity
spacious velocities
For watchin me
Make your an atrocity
Break you microscopic
doctors see, what the topic be
Drama your armor
Bustin my two through your of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of your
We close captives, no
Let the revolver it
in this evolution
We and pollutin

[chorus -
the heat
And let me it in the air (air)
Guns bust, cowards
Niggaz just care (care)
To my lord I
We ain't playin fair (fair)
On the streets you sleep
When the outlawz
I know it's on your block nigga (nigga)
You quit it
And you're prayin for it to nigga (nigga)
You of did it
On a course chase of death (yeah, death)
Still on the streets (yeah)
Cause we the last ones

[verse 3 - mac
I take this thug shit
Bought dirty gats with money
Atf can't with me
My be
All quiet
I'm holdin my
henne nigga
You're or you're not
life my life
It don't
It's too hot
And I die I greet haze with glocks
Young californians
Postin bout six in the
On a quest to take the of my opponent
Them alls live
My invite guns in they crib
Honey I'm
Now nigga gone
Your bitch sing songs
baritones to the rollers
When I saw her, I on her
Like I to
Now tell me funk without a mob year
And tell me what's a shrow a witness
I fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac be outlaws

4 - fatal]
Vocally
Your ain't got enough
To go clip to
When we shootin out on the
I'm untouchable
I'll your
Chest through your back with
Oh you scared?
What the fuck you walkin so for?
Is you with me or me
Don't run up on me and me
To have faggot ass bagged
a mother fuckin empty
And simply of dogs
We a real nigga
Let me borrow your
And watch me go and with her
On a no lie
Go me and die
Baby gated like a
On the side of me a nine
me
This shit makes circumstances much devious
My murderous
Got shorties mischievous
em is the easiest
The part is dealin with the fact
That I made it rap
And gotta go to killin
Cause broke niggaz be
Wantin for a shoot or somethin
But you get nothin but when I be shootin somethin

[fatal -
Yeah, we doubt y'all we outlaws
You know breakin it all
Tappin pocket and your jaw
In one swing
x, fatal hussein, nigga
This no game
We your whole frame
Word is born, all niggaz better maintain
I leave a chain of blood
Represent, hesitant
All we out for is fuckin presidents
What? hah, what? yeah, it ain't to find
Out with nicco storm and on
Droppin like vietnam
you niggaz want?
Fatal all seven
You niggaz better we pledgin
And my word, pentagon
And I'm in on