Luyện nghe bài hát Set Trippin'

Ain't but killers in this bitch
Ugh
it out
In the muthafuckin

For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the viii thugs
Ugh
It ain't nothin but the viii 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 know you it
affiliated
For trippin, they wanna hang
Punk bitches talk shit, I'm to bang-bang
The thugs too thick
Bangin before start to grow on my dick
Fool, you best not be slippin by lonely
my stripes, cause b.g. eiht was hungry
Done trapped, eiht spit
In the m.c. we hit your lookin too greedy
by-standers in they driveways
Yellow tape, here it comes, no better
number one, you bitches ain't feelin me
Bust caps every day, no killin me
So you run
i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

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

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

[ ]

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

[ 3: boom bam ]
It's just a handfull of can hang with me
I'm a clean example how 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 this
Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo head
Don't smoke lley, but I crack
And for the that don't believe, I gots to show em
That I don't trust a muthafucka far as I can him
hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs
Up in muthafuckas heads, em for dead
Cause shit is gettin
I had my gat, so I
Now you're wrapped in
And labelled the toe tag
I bet your bitch-ass won't be 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)

[ ]

And we out