Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got that A to the K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot thirty rounds
Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the
Of the shells when hit the ground
But you they're right down
Can't take if you plan to fuck around
Leaving prints on a shell, life in a cell
With no bail living life in
So I to be the sly, slick, and wicked
But will I get caught? In the time a puto gets shot
I say it's if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they blast me
That only figures when you're living crazy
They wanna keep me rapping 'cause they know it pays me
that's what I say
Orale puto that's what I say I spray
All them levas and I cap cap cap
And then I back and make a firme rap rap rap
And everybody what I just did
Lined up levas and I just got rid
Of a couple right on the double, I'm but trouble
But when it to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle
But right now the shells are up
I got my thirty and fools are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act
Fuck the fourty clip, I got the seventy five round drum
You tempt me now I don't give a fuck
Size don't shit when my shells are stacking up

I got my stacking up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)
I got my stacking up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)

Simon they got me on the
Don't a shit, I'm listo
Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the
I've got the pistol in my hand trucha
For any or the jura
The ones down the hood is dead tonight
gonna happen just like it always does right
We're in a spot we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to bust we bust on busters
Now hiding out, just keeping
Roll through my hood, just think that we shoot ya
You won't leave without bullet ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your
'cause you won't know where the to shoot back
All you is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat
And if you roll it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your holmes, now what you think about that
I'll your fucking hood without a care
See some over here so some levas over there
the fuck are they gonna do to me
'cause I'm too sly, too slick, too
Soy chingon, em all
See some levas standing then you see levas fall
As I spray and make day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get
But I can't split until at least one
So I got back and the vato a Columbian Necktie
Oh shit, here comes his homies the corner, they're coming
Should I be Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette behind my belt, shit
these vatos just want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't a fuck
Size don't shit when my shells are stacking up

A crazy little vato I'm stacking up the balas
I don' give a fuck you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring down my
Gotta look good I kill so I sparkle up the spokes
You see nothing but a lop
You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even
It's like wibble y y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble
Simon, you gobble my nutts
You get this kind of 'cause you're nothing but punks
But uh, enough about you
I'm not saying all that but to you I'm way cool
And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you
Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown the best
And I'm stacking up the
an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing
Killing off you putos who fuck with me
So remember this ese when I don't give a
Keep trucha homey 'cause my be stacking up

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