Luyện nghe bài hát Raw Edge Bullshit

Sicx (with lynch):
Take a like lynch goin' head up with the bullshit, with tha nine
(while my niggas loaded off st. idez)
Never let a go jailbait,
The bounty fuck so many wieghts, he don't off a my state
Lynch'll be that nigga that and greets'em,
Punks like y'all will be the one that ya.

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

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

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

Chorus:(2x)

Hahaha slum bitch you miss
Ya don't stop, just ya average everyday straight bitch

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

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

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

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

(2x)

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

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

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

Brotha hung (simaltaniously; sicx)
I got the triple lynch, triple sicx,
Let a be a...
(bitch he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but raw edge bullshit),
And to ya niggas with a god,
Im'a why.....
"everybodys live their life...? "

Sicx (with brotha lynch);
did it and the creek mob's,
(niggas never knew wsup), the
last night...
Niggas on the ol' same ol' ,
Comin up smooth, while the of crack,
Nickles with a moe,
(so give it up for da), it up for the endangered,
To the creek, to the mob, (and we love no stranger),
For the that a young black nigga gotta go awol,
(rush'em wit untill we back'em to the wall),
[let a be a nigga till he's use to it,
It nothin but the raw edge bullshit!!]