Luyện nghe bài hát Raw Edge Bullshit

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

Brotha lynch
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 fuckin 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 that I use to pay for the claps,
the little bitch gave ya,
But niggas'll learn, split ya fuckin dick perm

Brotha hung (with sicx):
Niggas on the triple bout it muthaphukkin 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 some raw bullshit...

Chorus:(2x)

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

lynch (with sicx):
Lynch, givin it up smooth, the lynch with the roll
Triple to the muthaphukkin , (sicx, with the dough)
And every bitch 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 open up
And everything where I left it, you can be mad,
Such and accept it.

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

lynch hung:
Call me the lynch hung,
let'em out the house,
Never let'em off the dick, you don't wsup?
let'em off the bitch,
Dont try and roll a sicx....

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

(2x)

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

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

Hit ya too with the raw edge bullshit,
stressin with the triple sicx,
Fuck'em all I'm a thrilla,
Load'em up nigga killa,
Hittin with the cemy 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 till use to it,
It ain't but some raw edge bullshit),
And to ya niggas with a god,
Im'a why.....
"everybodys gotta 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' ,
Comin up smooth, while the of crack,
with a little moe,
(so give it up for da), it up for the endangered,
To the creek, to the creek mob, (and we no stranger),
For the fact that a young black gotta go awol,
(rush'em wit lead we back'em to the wall),
[let a nigga be a nigga he's use to it,
It nothin but the raw edge bullshit!!]