Luyện nghe bài hát Real Bad Boys

Screw on the silencers, screw on the
'cause real bad boys silence
on the sliencers, screw on the silencers
'cause bad boys movin' silence

Verse one:

I stash butterflie and 45's in ma garments
Fuck nigga, I a pussy God quick
Peep ma stee in the streets where
Like the rectomatic dime to the method, zee
Bomb on like what kid
I keep em on mo son I'm the champion at one on one
I make it death fun I killed ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless by the devil
Fuck fire part I'm on a hole level
Tha mess make ya mind flick
Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female lickin' ya dick
Word to ma I put this on tour wicked
The that fakin' I relacin'ma dislocatin'
Real niggaz do real youknowhatimean ?
The that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend
Killa where ya at ?
Should he be gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that
The clips who fat plus long, I love doin'wrong plus
Favourite
[fuck tha

Chorus: 2x

Verse two:

I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, hustlaz, suburban

I ya heard of us
Pick up and for ma niggaz in the bricks
Bad boys, you snakes on the tip
I brusk you shit quick phoney g'z won't
I mak it, happen like God test me if ya die lord
I black to keep ma i.d. on the low
I'm all makin' dough at the fast time fo
Fuck shootin' up that only makes the spot hot
And we don't need the booshaa, the blood clot!!!
Say word! iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!]
Load tha gats up son 'cause again it's on
must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin'
I ain't frontin, want you live, I someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
Fuck crab niggaz
it to me
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