Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Ya Clique ( With Outsidaz )

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

Yo, I'm finally convinced my and innocence
Is a in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a event
in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a coat
To roast motherfuckers, over
Stay off laced weed
I take cheese, and trees in the Bricks
box of Tracies

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a go-go dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop colon cancer
Hit it the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
Once for my cock, for my block,
I got it locked like
got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you duck
up your hands, what?
Nobody on could see Pacer
I get your shit peel off like Speed Racer

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

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

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

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

{Young
Yea
Your girl could suck my dick Big Red
Till she and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay
a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a
What be the
We selling twenty albums
Ay your record, ain't nobody buy
You fell off, and had to take five mic
And a Withe Ac, with 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 is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, like leprosy
I'm on a to be, the best emcee
recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, question me

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

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

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