Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got that A to the K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about rounds
Out my thrity round clip, you can hear the sounds
Of the shells they hit the ground
But you know right down
Can't take chances if you plan to fuck
Leaving on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail living life in
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and
But will I get caught? In the mean time a gets shot
I say nothing if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, wanna blast me
That only when you're living life crazy
They wanna keep me rapping 'cause they know it pays me
Orale that's I say
puto that's what I say before I spray
All fucking levas and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a rap rap rap
And tell what I just did
Lined up levas and I just got rid
Of a right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble
But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that 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 vatos me now I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit my shells are stacking up

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

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

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

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