Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

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

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

[verse 2 - x]
the merciless x
Like
Black as a
How many shots I left in your chest
I wasn't
But back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, with the loaded
Let the next
Get possessed with this omen
The coldest to your dome
and holdin it's own
Let the barrel announce my
spacious velocities
For haters me
Make block an atrocity
Break you microscopic
doctors see, what the topic be
Drama through your
Bustin my two through your of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of your
We close captives, no
Let the revolver it
Evolve in this
We and pollutin

- fatal]
Pass the
And let me it in the air (air)
bust, cowards fall
Niggaz just don't (care)
To my I swear
We ain't never fair (fair)
On the streets you can't
the outlawz there
I know rainin on your block nigga (nigga)
You quit it
And prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)
You of did it
On a crash course chase of (yeah, death)
Still thuggin on the (yeah)
Cause we the last ones

[verse 3 - mac
I take this shit seriously
dirty gats with dope money
Atf fuck with me
My be
All there
I'm my crotch
henne nigga
You're life or not
Thug my life
It don't
never too hot
And when I die I greet with glocks
Young californians
Postin six in the mornin
On a to take the breath of my opponent
Them can't live
My cousins invite guns in they
I'm home
Now you're gone
bitch sing them songs
Like baritones to the
When I saw her, I on her
Like I to
Now tell me what's without a mob year
And tell me what's a without a witness
I only fuck savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be

4 - fatal]
Vocally
crew ain't got enough
To go to clip
When we shootin out on the
Cause I'm
I'll your
Chest through your back kastro
Oh you ain't
What the fuck you so fast for?
Is you me or against me
Don't run up on me and me
To have your faggot ass
Like a fuckin empty
And simply vengeance of
We gets a real
Let me your bitch
And watch me go and with her
On a no lie
Go me and die
gated like a hive
On the of me with a nine
me
This shit makes circumstances much devious
My murderous
Got shorties livin
Smokin em is the
The hard part is with the fact
I made it through rap
And go back to killin
Cause niggaz be illin
Wantin money for a or somethin
But you get but murder when I be shootin somethin

[fatal -
Yeah, we y'all cause we outlaws
You better breakin it all
your pocket and your jaw
In one nigga
Merciless x, hussein, nigga
This ain't no
We re-arrange whole frame
Word is born, all y'all niggaz better
I leave a of blood stains
Represent, never
All we out for is fuckin dead
What? hah, what? yeah, it ain't hard to
Out nicco storm and it's on
Droppin bombs like
What you want?
Fatal hussein all
You niggaz better we pledgin
And my word, pentagon
And I'm in on