Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Ya Clique ( With Outsidaz )

{Pace
Bust your lip, rush ya clique,
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch trick, what?
Outz in the tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the tearing things up

Yo, I'm convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in in a magically event
Outz in a fear of presents
in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, lactose
Stay skeed off laced
I take cheese, and page in the Bricks
Rolling box of

Won}
Call a dancer
Get up in that ass and shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, can't hold her pants up
for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like
Pacer got a razor, get you and man cut
Swing a blow you duck
Throw up hands, what?
Nobody on earth see Pacer
I get your then peel off like Speed Racer

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Bust your lip, rush ya clique,
Outz in the area things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the area things up

{Slang
I hit you bastards fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, bologna
And if you ever get a deal
You should either OD off skill
Or steal my
Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie coochie prints
Outsidaz, we hot as flames is
And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get like twelve gauges

I'm so weeded (How are you?)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for bars (Ha ha ha)
off the top, then go back to the top
And then it (Ha)
it down on the paper
And be able to read it (Sorry)
I read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
I can't see my eyes already been gouged out
I down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years
({Pace So dunn, here?)
Some weird kids piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh?
({Pace won} There's more one? IIIllll)
What? You me to stop? Here?

Won}
Bust your lip, ya clique, what?
in the area tearing things up
Crush chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique,
Outz in the area tearing up
Crush your chick, touch trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing up

Zee}
Yea
Your girl could suck my chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her wisdom on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outz pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a
What be the
We selling twenty albums
Ay record, ain't nobody buy that
You off, and had to take your five mic
And push a Withe Ac, a bike rack

the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for
F' with we, what you to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for in peace
Bet they find my pistol to me
My dick is ecstasy
Shit I say, spread leprosy
I'm on a quest to be, the best
Living recklessly, the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from 3
Yo follow, question me

{Pace
Bust your lip, rush ya clique,
Outz in the tearing things up
your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing up (Sing it with me!)
your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the tearing things up

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yo
Bust lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush chick, touch your trick, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush whip, what?
Outz in the tearing things up

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