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 gettin loaded off st. idez)
let a devil go jailbait,
The bounty fuck so many wieghts, he don't trip off a my
Lynch'll be that that finds'em 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 bucks for a nut in a bitch, I not
And even if ya muthaphukkin grows phat, if I was you,
I'd say I use to pay for the fuckin claps,
That the little gave ya,
But niggas'll learn, split 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), he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but raw edge bullshit...

Chorus:(2x)

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

Brotha (with sicx):
Lynch, it up smooth, the lynch with the muthaphukkin roll
Triple to the muthaphukkin , (sicx, with the dough)
And every bitch wanna with this,
And ounce to the so don't grind no slang,
Brotha lynch hung, bitch I 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 who found one,
Same fuckin bitch with the job...

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

Get the and go!
The on the dice game,
A hand full of 10's and a full of cocaine,
But my too small, so im'a grab my 8ball
And go for the brall,
A ass nigga wit a ol' man roll,
The gauges double up 'cause the too slow,
Still hittin with the tre and the 4,
The devils in the with my nine held low,
The mobs loadin'em up,
Muthaphukkas better wsup,
Dont up punk! blam!
A for ya niggas that are use to it,
It nothin but some raw edge bullshit...

(2x)

Hahaha bitch you still miss
Ya stop, just ya average everyday straight proper bitch

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

Hit ya too with the raw edge bullshit,
Steady stressin with the sicx,
all I'm a creek thrilla,
Load'em up another killa,
Hittin 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 raw edge bullshit),
And to ya with a black god,
Im'a why.....
"everybodys gotta live life...? "

(with brotha lynch); [together]:
Craig did it and the mob's,
(niggas never knew wsup), the
Creekers night...
Niggas on the same ol' ol' ,
Comin up smooth, the tens of crack,
with 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 that a 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!!]