Luyện nghe bài hát Rest In Piss

(Brotha Lynch)
Yeah I'm back up in motherfucker
You know i'm sayin
For the 9 whatever the
You know I ain't yet
You what i'm sayin
I'm with my real niggas

I was a dead man, walking they say, so every I hit the J
the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I the payback simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my
As my niggas is gone away many and 24 riches, packed
but really who got my fey
now that them done hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the olds
24 and a 24 sack of that purple kush and make me sicker
than sick and even get Ripgut if you wish
cause nigga it's EBK all day til the day I die
I'm creepin yo set with a mini mac 10
AR15 with a 12 guage pump in the trunk
and a black beany
That that you can't see just cuz of them
glocks and over my eyes
Crack like a black cat with a mac a mac10 on my lap and a fat sack of that crack
took a hit of that and seen some niggas with a four fifth
So I let 'em have it ounces of oh ee four oh no that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for the nigga that'll dump and pump one in yo bitch and put her in the grave with an empty fourty ounce and don't leave a drip
bounce to that ounce
with a and a mac and a fat pack of that in door shit
I'm sicker than sick niggas they gotta admit when I
grab my shit you either or get caught with a hot one
nigga so rest in

(Chorus)
Just me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc
I got that 9 glock and ready to put one in your knot
"Rest in Piss" (Shit) (repeat 4x)

(verse 2)

(Brotha Lynch)

From the rep of the depth of the O
duece foe with a glock in my pocket
full of sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm match set betta pack you a tech
cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of shit
nigga don't trip when i put one in your dick Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal shit nigga and guts all over my chest
and stomach til the slack threw my strap in the back
twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Block
kicking it with maniac the nigga a maniac sicker than sick
a clips in progress put em on the ground
with a brain full of them nine slugs and him in Reader's Digest
uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain of the doja
half of the oh-E half of the fact that I'm that insane
from the foe blockster
where niggas put their glocks up
and get their sucked nigga you just can't stop us
loc to the brain with a main game that will maintain
untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the
with a lynch around throat motherfucker
you ain't got no love foe the block
pop gotta hot foe that 24 street
nigga that took a shot in piss

(Chorus)