Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin?Out Da Crackhouse

1:

My old school homey took a
His blood hit the fuckin wall
Ran to the and got the AK cause the funk was on
It felt Christmas Day
I got a present and it with a banana clip
Santa Claus mutha fucka the hollow tip
But let me get to the so they fucked up
Now I 'out to explode, suckin chrome up
Kick down the and started spraying
My nigga on the ground eyes open dead layin
Busted a nigga in the rat-a-tat-tat
His blood hit the floor first, I heard his crack
Sounds of a mutha murder the ghetto got me insane
to my brain
Never leavin the house my glock nine
You can stop crime, so Ia mine
The other nigga had a mack, and he was off the crack
He shot and missed and I shot
But we both hit the floor, what the for
I caught a up in my chest and I didn know
But the bulletproof was on G
so I kept buckin at his ass like a
And when I tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my
As I was...

Runnin out da out da crackhouse
(repeat 3X , 4th = runnin out da fuckin crackhouse)

2:

Cop had his finger on the mutha fuckin
some shit about a barbecued nigga
I had a pocket full of ane and a gat
I went insane they blasted my cutty mack
He was my potna (?????)
But I don think hel be alive for too much
I dropped the glock a puzzeled look on my face
'cause now I stuck with the dope and murder case
they threw me in the car and told me they that a cut
and if I try to get away a fucka stuck
excuse me officer but you can a nigga dick
he looked me in the eye and told his potna get the
slobberin at the mouth, fuckin K-9
put it in my face told me not to time
What my name? Spice fuckin ace
yelled fuck the pig, spit a in his face
he let that K-9 go
me and that bitch had it out on the
it went on for five minutes or less, teeth on my mutha fuckin
and chest
he me down to the county, I seein?pictures of my niggas on the
wall for the
I in with blood on my pants and niggas lookin at me like a black
Charles
and I still had dope in my mouth I fresh out da crackhouse, out
da