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 hype thugs
It ain't nothin but the viii hype
Geah,
it out

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

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

[ verse 2: mc ]
thuggin it up, and I'm not givin a fuck
Anybody bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)
Geah, how we do it, straight clownin
9 gat I'm packin, keep frownin
Fool, cause it ain't no
chuck 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 get shot up bad
(that's right) that ass get a shot-up pad
I hope your mama ain't home, I your kids ain't 'sleep
Ain't no shame in this muthafuckin game
Catch my affiliation
And you gon' get hit, sent on a long
Fool, so you run
i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ ]

Mc in the house
Take 2 to mouth
Boom bam in the
2 to your mouth

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

What the

The notorious, victorious hype thugsters
59

all day
We play

(try to deal it)

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And we out