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

[ 1: mc eiht ]
Err, as I hit you up
Not givin a
Geah, I you hate it
affiliated
For niggas trippin, they hang
Punk talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang
The thugs roll too
before hair start to grow on my dick
Fool, you not be slippin by your lonely
Collectin my stripes, b.g. eiht was hungry
trapped, eiht spit speedy
In the m.c. we hit your lookin too greedy
Innocent by-standers in they
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
i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

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

[ verse 2: mc ]
Straight thuggin it up, and I'm not a fuck
gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)
Geah, how we do it, straight clownin
9 mill gat I'm packin, keep
Fool, it ain't no thang
chuck t's with the fat-ass strings
You my point, khakis saggin
Cause of the gat full of hollow points
(watch out now) that ass gon' get 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, on a long vacation
Fool, so you run
i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ ]

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

[ 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
Don't lley, but I crack heads
And for the niggas don't believe, I gots to show em
That I trust a muthafucka far as I can throw him
Viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em
Up in muthafuckas heads, em for dead
Cause shit is drastic
I had my gat, so I
Now you're wrapped in
And labelled the toe tag
I bet your bitch-ass won't be comin no mo' drag
(see ya) so you're to run
Cause 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