Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Ya Clique ( With Outsidaz )

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

Yo, I'm finally convinced my and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically
Outz in a fear of presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black
To roast motherfuckers, over
Stay skeed off weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the
box of Tracies

{Pace
Call a dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch hold her pants up
Once for my cock, for my block,
I got it locked handcuffs
got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you duck
up your hands, what?
Nobody on earth could see
I get your shit then peel off like Speed

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

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

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

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

{Young
Yea
Your could suck my dick chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my head
a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a
be the outcome?
We selling million albums
Ay your record, nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to your five mic
And push a Ac, with a bike rack

the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for
F' we, what you expect to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for in peace
Bet they my pistol next to me
My is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread leprosy
I'm on a quest to be, the emcee
recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never me

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

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

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