Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got that A to the K

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

Simon they got me on the
Don't a shit, I'm listo
Homies besto, one smoking up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my keeping trucha
For any rivals or the
The rolling down the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna just like it always does right
We're in a spot where we see them but they see us
So when try to bust we bust on them busters
Now out, just keeping trucha
Roll through my hood, just think that we shoot ya
You leave without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't to me if you got your quette
'cause you won't where the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat
And if you through it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about
I'll roll your fucking hood a care
See some levas 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 levas standing then you see some levas fall
As I spray and their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's for the get away
But I can't split until at least one
So I got back and give the vato a Necktie
Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're
I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette behind my belt, shit
Because these vatos just to be delt 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 give a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I down my locs
Gotta good when 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 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 treatment 'cause you're but punks
But uh, enough you fools
I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way
And to you people wanna know, I'll let you guess
Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown the best
And I'm up the shells
Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the
But not in love, I'm on a killing
Killing off you fucking 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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