Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

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

1 - fatal]
Around these
You these hot glocks
Cock till you
All you cops
You don't wanna see
I deep with the police
Beat what the do to me
all new to me
I'll creep on you puberty
You wanna see the bad image
Of primace
From here to crems
Through state with a sentence
Frozen in a couther
Six plates to ya
On due we cruise
Right by the state
When I'm drinkin sal
I start thinkin al
Ricardi my body
At the when I wow
I bag a or two
This but a for you
I got more bodies than
I drink naughty or new
Fuck your
This type of shit we do for a petty
Fuck the whole
This dawg against everybody (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this shit you never heard
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these
That shit we got be that shit we gotta take

[verse 2 - x]
It's the x
malcolm
Black as a
How many shots I left depressed in chest
I wasn't
But back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, with the loaded
Let the next
Get possessed with this omen
The crome to your dome
Sewn and holdin own
Let the barrel my ferocity
Twist spacious
For haters me
your block an atrocity
Break you microscopic
Only doctors see, what the be
Drama through your
Bustin my two through your school of
My soldiers of your honor
We captives, no conclusions
Let the revolver it
Evolve in this
We and pollutin

- fatal]
Pass the
And let me it in the air (air)
Guns bust, fall
Niggaz just don't (care)
To my I swear
We ain't never playin (fair)
On the you can't sleep
When the outlawz
I know it's on your block nigga (nigga)
You can't it
And you're prayin for it to nigga (nigga)
You of did it
On a course chase of death (yeah, death)
Still thuggin on the (yeah)
Cause we the ones left

[verse 3 - mac
I take thug shit seriously
Bought dirty with dope money
Atf fuck with me
My be
All there
I'm my crotch
Sippin nigga
You're life or not
life my life
It stop
It's too hot
And when I die I greet with glocks
crazy californians
Postin bout six in the
On a quest to the breath of my opponent
Them alls live
My invite guns in they crib
I'm home
Now you're gone
Your sing them 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
c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws

[verse 4 -
Vocally
Your crew got enough
To go to clip
we shootin out on the strip
Cause I'm
I'll your
through your back with kastro
Oh you ain't
What the you walkin so fast for?
Is you with me or me
run up on me and tempt me
To have your ass bagged
Like a fuckin empty
And simply of dogs
We gets a nigga
Let me your bitch
And me go and chill with her
On a no lie
Go me and die
Baby gated a hive
On the side of me with a
me
This shit makes much more devious
My material
Got shorties mischievous
Smokin em is the
The part is dealin with the fact
That I it through rap
And gotta go to killin
Cause broke be illin
Wantin money for a shoot or
But you get nothin but murder when I be somethin

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