Luyện nghe bài hát Raw Edge Bullshit

(with brotha lynch):
Take a nigga like lynch goin' head up the bullshit, with tha nine
(while my niggas gettin off st. idez)
Never let a go jailbait,
The bounty fuck so many wieghts, he trip off a my state
Lynch'll be nigga that finds'em and greets'em,
Punks like y'all will be the one feeds ya.

Brotha hung:
We rush'em a drank, and try to act grown
Have the 40 gone, to the head, so on....

To the crib, forget the fuckin shot,
30 for a nut in a bitch, I think not
And even if ya bank grows phat, if I was you,
I'd say that I use to pay for the claps,
the little bitch gave ya,
But niggas'll never learn, split ya fuckin perm

Brotha lynch (with sicx):
Niggas on the triple bout it muthaphukkin broke ass bitch, in it
(the triple sicx), and brotha hung, we let a....
(bitch), be a (bitch), he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but raw edge bullshit...

Chorus:(2x)

Hahaha bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop, just ya average straight proper bitch

Brotha (with sicx):
Lynch, givin it up smooth, the lynch with the roll
Triple to the , (sicx, with the muthaphukkin dough)
And every wanna slang with this,
And to the bounce so don't grind no slang,
Brotha lynch hung, I cant take it no mo',
Put ya titties in the crack of the doe then up slow
And where I left it, you can either be mad,
Such dick and it.

I got a nut for a bitch, who be a squirell who one,
Same bitch with the hand job...

lynch hung:
Call me the lynch hung,
let'em out the house,
Never let'em off the dick, you like wsup?
Never off the bitch,
Dont ever try and a sicx....

Get the and go!
The bounties on the game,
A hand of 10's and a pocket full of cocaine,
But my dimes too small, so grab my 8ball
And go for the brall,
A ass nigga wit a ol' man roll,
The gauges double up the grinds too slow,
Still niggas with the tre and the 4,
The devils in the door my nine held low,
The creek loadin'em up,
better know wsup,
Dont up punk! blam!
A nine for ya that are use to it,
It ain't nothin but raw edge bullshit...

(2x)

Hahaha bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop, just ya average straight proper bitch

lynch hung (with sicx):
True with the brotha, (fuck'em all)
To the raw bullshit,
Niggas on the ol' trip,
About the ol' bitch,
me and triple sicx,
Bound to make a switch week,
Now nigga got beef punk you a bitch(bitch, too)!

Hit ya too hard with the raw bullshit,
stressin with the triple sicx,
Fuck'em all I'm a thrilla,
up another nigga killa,
Hittin niggas the cemy to the woomb,
and send'em home bitchin, lynch!...

Brotha lynch (simaltaniously; sicx)
I got the lynch, called triple sicx,
Let a be a...
(bitch till use to it,
It nothin but some raw edge bullshit),
And to ya niggas with a god,
tell'em why.....
"everybodys live their life...? "

Sicx (with brotha lynch);
Craig did it and the mob's,
(niggas knew wsup), hit'em the
Creekers night...
Niggas on the same ol' ol' ,
Comin up smooth, while the of crack,
Nickles a little moe,
(so it up for da), give it up for the endangered,
To the creek, to the creek mob, (and we no stranger),
For the fact a young black nigga gotta go awol,
(rush'em wit lead untill we to the wall),
[let a be a nigga till he's use to it,
It nothin but the raw edge bullshit!!]