Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

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

[verse 1 -
these blocks
You know these hot
Cock you drop
All you wanna-be
You don't wanna see
I deep with the police
Beat the streets do to me
all new to me
I'll creep on you like
You don't wanna see the bad
Of primace
From here to east
Through state with a sentence
weight in a couther
Six plates to ya
On due we cruise
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
This but a for you
I got more bodies drew
I drink naughty or new
Fuck your
type of shit we do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world
fatal dawg against everybody (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these
shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take

[verse 2 - x]
It's the x
Like
Black as a
How many shots I depressed in your chest
I countin
But back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, with the loaded
Let the next
Get possessed with this omen
The coldest to your dome
Sewn and it's own
Let the announce my ferocity
Twist spacious
For watchin me
Make block an atrocity
Break you down
doctors see, what the topic be
Drama your armor
Bustin my two through your of piranhas
My soldiers of your honor
We captives, no conclusions
Let the solve it
Evolve in evolution
We and pollutin

[chorus -
Pass the
And let me it in the air (air)
Guns bust, fall
Niggaz just don't (care)
To my lord I
We ain't never playin (fair)
On the streets you 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 chase of death (yeah, death)
Still thuggin on the (yeah)
Cause we the ones left

[verse 3 - mac
I take this thug shit
Bought dirty gats dope money
Atf can't fuck me
My be
All quiet
I'm my crotch
Sippin henne
life or you're not
Thug my life
It don't
It's too hot
And when I die I greet haze glocks
Young crazy
Postin bout six in the
On a quest to take the of my opponent
Them can't live
My invite guns in they crib
Honey I'm
Now you're gone
bitch sing them songs
Like baritones to the
When I saw her, I on her
I supposed to
Now tell me what's funk without a mob
And tell me what's a without a witness
I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and
From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be

4 - fatal]
Vocally
Your ain't got enough
To go to clip
When we out on the strip
Cause I'm
I'll your
Chest through back with kastro
Oh you scared?
What the fuck you walkin so for?
Is you with me or me
Don't run up on me and me
To have your ass bagged
a mother fuckin empty
And simply vengeance of
We gets a real
Let me borrow your
And watch me go and with her
On a no lie
Go me and die
Baby like 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 hard part is dealin the fact
I made it through rap
And go back to killin
broke niggaz be illin
Wantin for a shoot or somethin
But you get nothin but murder I be shootin somethin

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