Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got A to the motherfucking K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about rounds
Out my thrity clip, you can even hear the sounds
Of the shells when they hit the
But you know right down
Can't take chances if you to fuck around
prints on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail life in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and
But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto shot
I say it's if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, wanna blast me
That only figures when you're living life
They wanna keep me from rapping they know it pays me
Orale that's I say
Orale puto what I say before I spray
All them levas and I cap cap cap
And then I back and make a firme rap rap rap
And tell what I just did
Lined up some and I just got rid
Of a right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble
But it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle
But now the shells are stacking up
I got my thirty rendevous and are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy round drum
You vatos tempt me now I don't give a
Size don't mean when my shells are stacking up

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 that A to the K)
I got my stacking up
(I got that A to the K)

they got me on the leva
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 rolling down the hood is dead
Something's gonna happen just like it does right
We're in a spot where we see them but can't see us
So when they try to bust we on them busters
Now hiding out, just trucha
Roll through my hood, just that we might shoot ya
You won't leave without bullet ese
So it doesn't to me if you got your quette
'cause you won't know the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through it's for the payback
Time to your hood holmes, now what you think about that
roll your fucking hood without a care
See some levas over here so some levas there
the fuck are they gonna do to me
'cause I'm too sly, too slick, too
Soy chingon, em all
See some levas then you see some levas fall
As I spray and their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now time for the get away
But I can't split until at least one
So I got and give the vato a Columbian Necktie
Oh shit, here comes his homies the corner, they're coming
I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my from behind my belt, shit
Because these vatos just want to be delt
You fuck me man, I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are up

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

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