Luyện nghe bài hát Raw Edge Bullshit

Sicx (with lynch):
Take a nigga like lynch head up with the bullshit, with tha nine
(while my niggas gettin off st. idez)
let a devil go jailbait,
The fuck so many wieghts, he don't trip off a my state
Lynch'll be that that finds'em and greets'em,
Punks y'all will be the one that feeds ya.

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

To the crib, the fuckin motel shot,
30 for a nut in a bitch, I think not
And if ya muthaphukkin 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 dick

lynch hung (with sicx):
Niggas on the bout it muthaphukkin broke ass bitch, whos 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 slum bitch you miss
Ya stop, just ya average everyday 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 bitch wanna with this,
And ounce to the bounce so grind no slang,
Brotha hung, bitch I cant take it no mo',
Put ya titties in the crack of the doe 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,
fuckin bitch with the hand job...

Brotha lynch
me the brotha lynch hung,
Never out the house,
Never off the dick, you don't like wsup?
Never off the bitch,
Dont ever try and a sicx....

Get the and go!
The on the dice game,
A hand full of 10's and a pocket of cocaine,
But my dimes too small, so im'a my 8ball
And go for the brall,
A young ass wit a ol' man roll,
The double up 'cause 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 slum bitch you miss
Ya stop, just ya average everyday straight proper bitch

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

Hit ya too hard the raw edge bullshit,
Steady stressin the triple sicx,
all I'm a creek thrilla,
Load'em up nigga killa,
niggas with the cemy to the woomb,
Break'em and home bitchin, lynch!...

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

Sicx (with brotha lynch);
did it and the creek mob's,
(niggas never wsup), hit'em the
last night...
Niggas on the ol' same ol' ,
up smooth, while the tens of crack,
Nickles a little 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 nigga be a nigga till use to it,
It nothin but the raw edge bullshit!!]