Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

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

[verse 1 -
Around these
You these hot glocks
Cock you drop
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 on you like puberty
You wanna see the bad image
Of primace
From here to east
Through every state with a
Frozen in a couther
Six to soup ya
On due we cruise
Right by the state
When I'm with sal
I thinkin 'bout al
Ricardi coverin my
At the rink I wow
I bag a or two
but a shotty for you
I got bodies than drew
I mine naughty or new
Fuck your
This type of shit we do for a hobby
Fuck the world
This fatal against everybody (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this you never fuckin heard
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these
shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take

[verse 2 - x]
It's the x
malcolm
Black as a
How many shots I left in your chest
I countin
But your back (blaw!)
I episoded, with the weapon
Let the next
Get possessed this merciless omen
The coldest crome to your
and holdin it's own
Let the barrel my ferocity
Twist velocities
For haters me
Make your block an
Break you down
Only doctors see, the topic be
Drama through your
Bustin my two your school of piranhas
My disapprove of your honor
We captives, no conclusions
Let the solve it
Evolve in evolution
We shootin and

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

3 - mac mall]
I this thug shit seriously
Bought gats with dope money
Atf can't fuck me
My be
All quiet
I'm holdin my
Sippin nigga
You're life or not
Thug my life
It stop
It's too hot
And when I die I haze with glocks
crazy californians
Postin six in the mornin
On a quest to take the breath of my
Them alls can't
My cousins invite guns in crib
Honey I'm
Now nigga you're
Your bitch sing songs
Like baritones to the
I saw her, I dumped on her
Like I to
Now me what's funk without a mob year
And me what's a shrow without a witness
I only fuck savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac be outlaws

4 - fatal]
Vocally
Your crew ain't got
To go to clip
When we out on the strip
Cause I'm
I'll blast
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 faggot ass
Like a mother fuckin
And simply vengeance of
We gets a real
Let me borrow your
And watch me go and chill her
On a no lie
Go me and die
Baby like a hive
On the of me with a nine
me
This shit makes much more devious
My material
Got shorties mischievous
em is the easiest
The part is dealin with the fact
That I it through rap
And gotta go to killin
Cause niggaz be illin
money for a shoot or somethin
But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin

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