Luyện nghe bài hát Set Trippin'

Ain't nothin but killers in bitch
Ugh
it out
In the house

For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the hype thugs
Ugh
It ain't nothin but the viii hype
It ain't nothin but the viii thugs
Geah,
it out

[ verse 1: mc ]
Err, as I hit you up
Not a fuck
Geah, I know you it
Gang
For trippin, they wanna hang
Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to
The roll too thick
before hair start to grow on my dick
Fool, you best not be slippin by lonely
Collectin my stripes, b.g. eiht was hungry
Done trapped, eiht speedy
In the m.c. we hit your lookin too greedy
Innocent in they driveways
tape, here it comes, no better days
Stripe number one, you bitches ain't me
Bust caps every day, ain't no me
So you run
i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

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Set
niggas are flippin
Got a gang of
So you to run (2x)

[ 2: mc eiht ]
Straight thuggin it up, and I'm not givin a
Anybody gets (I said buck-buck-buck)
Geah, that's how we do it, clownin
9 mill gat I'm packin, keep
Fool, cause it ain't no
Fresh t's with the fat-ass strings
You gets my point, saggin
Cause of the gat full of hollow points
(watch out now) that ass gon' get up bad
(that's right) ass gon' get a shot-up pad
I your mama ain't home, I hope your kids ain't 'sleep
Ain't no shame in this damn game
Catch my gang
And you gon' get hit, on a long vacation
Fool, so you run
i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

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Mc eiht in the
2 to your mouth
Boom bam in the
2 to your mouth

[ verse 3: bam ]
It's just a handfull of niggas can with me
I'm a example how this nigga became a gee
At the age of 15 I got up
That's when my enemies got gatted up
With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the
So pass me a light, so I can spark
Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black
smoke lley, but I crack heads
And for the niggas that don't believe, I gots to em
That I don't trust a far as I can throw him
Viii hype thugs, and we pumpin em slugs
Up in muthafuckas heads, em for dead
Cause shit is gettin
I had my gat, so I
Now you're in plastic
And labelled the toe tag
I bet your bitch-ass be comin with no mo' drag
(see ya) so best to run
Cause i'ma let my spit, dum-diddy-dum

What the

The notorious, viii hype thugsters
59

all day
We play

(try to deal it)

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And we out