Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

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

1 - fatal]
Around blocks
You know these hot
Cock till you
All you wanna-be
You don't see shots
I beef deep the police
Beat the streets do to me
all new to me
I'll creep on you like
You wanna see the bad image
Of primace
From to east crems
Through state with a sentence
Frozen in a couther
Six plates to ya
On due we cruise
Right by the troopers
When I'm drinkin sal
I thinkin 'bout al
Ricardi coverin my
At the rink I wow
I bag a or two
This but a for you
I got bodies than drew
I drink naughty or new
your crew
This of shit we do for a petty 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 breaks
That shit we don't got be that we gotta take

[verse 2 - x]
It's the x
Like
as a falcon
How many I left depressed in your chest
I wasn't
But back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, with the loaded
Let the next
Get possessed this merciless omen
The coldest crome to your
and holdin it's own
Let the announce my ferocity
Twist velocities
For haters me
Make block an atrocity
Break you microscopic
Only doctors see, the topic be
through your armor
Bustin my two your school of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of honor
We close captives, no
Let the revolver it
in this evolution
We shootin and

- 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 playin fair (fair)
On the you can't sleep
When the there
I know it's rainin on 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 thuggin on the (yeah)
we the last ones left

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

4 - fatal]
Vocally
Your crew ain't got
To go to clip
we shootin out on the strip
Cause I'm
I'll your
Chest through your back with
Oh you scared?
What the fuck you so fast for?
Is you with me or me
run up on me and tempt me
To have your ass bagged
Like a mother fuckin
And simply vengeance of
We gets a nigga
Let me your bitch
And watch me go and chill her
On a no lie
Go me and die
Baby gated like a
On the side of me with a
me
This shit circumstances much more devious
My murderous
Got livin mischievous
Smokin em is the
The part is dealin with the fact
That I made it rap
And go back to killin
Cause niggaz be illin
Wantin money for a shoot or
But you get nothin but murder I be shootin somethin

[fatal -
Yeah, we doubt y'all cause we
You better breakin it all
your pocket and your jaw
In one swing
x, fatal hussein, nigga
This no game
We your whole frame
Word is born, all y'all niggaz maintain
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 with nicco and it's on
Droppin bombs vietnam
you niggaz want?
Fatal hussein all
You better know we pledgin
And my word, pentagon
And I'm in on