Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

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

[verse 1 -
these blocks
You know hot glocks
Cock till you
All you wanna-be
You don't see shots
I beef deep with the
Beat the streets do to me
all new to me
I'll on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad
Of this
From to east crems
Through state with a sentence
weight in a couther
Six to soup ya
On due we always
by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin sal
I thinkin 'bout al
coverin my body
At the when I wow
I bag a or two
but a shotty for you
I got more than drew
I drink mine or new
Fuck your
This type of shit we do for a hobby
Fuck the whole
fatal dawg against everybody (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this shit you 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
Black as a
How many shots I left depressed in chest
I wasn't
But back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, the weapon loaded
Let the opponent
Get possessed this merciless omen
The coldest crome to dome
Sewn and holdin own
Let the announce my ferocity
Twist spacious
For haters me
your block an atrocity
Break you microscopic
Only doctors see, what the be
Drama through armor
Bustin my two your school of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of honor
We captives, no conclusions
Let the revolver it
Evolve in evolution
We and pollutin

- fatal]
Pass the
And let me it in the air (air)
Guns bust, fall
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 rainin on block nigga (nigga)
You quit it
And prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)
You of did it
On a course chase of death (yeah, death)
thuggin on the streets (yeah)
Cause we the 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 my crotch
henne nigga
You're or you're not
Thug my life
It stop
never too hot
And when I die I greet with glocks
Young crazy
bout six in the mornin
On a quest to take the breath of my
Them alls can't
My invite guns in they crib
I'm home
Now nigga gone
bitch sing them songs
Like to the rollers
When I saw her, I on her
Like I to
Now me what's funk without a mob year
And tell me what's a shrow without a
I only fuck savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac be outlaws

4 - fatal]
Vocally
Your ain't got enough
To go to clip
When we out on the strip
Cause I'm
I'll blast
Chest through your back with
Oh you ain't
What the fuck you so fast for?
Is you with me or me
run up on me and tempt me
To have faggot ass bagged
Like a mother empty
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
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 dealin the fact
That I made it rap
And go back to killin
Cause broke be illin
Wantin 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 know it all
Tappin your pocket and jaw
In one nigga
x, fatal hussein, nigga
This no game
We re-arrange your whole
Word is born, all y'all niggaz maintain
I leave a chain of stains
Represent, hesitant
All we out for is fuckin dead
What? hah, yeah, it ain't hard to find
Out with storm and it's on
bombs like vietnam
What you niggaz
Fatal all seven
You niggaz better we pledgin
And that's my word,
And I'm in on