Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got A to the motherfucking K

Yeah, shells up I shot about thirty rounds
Out my thrity round clip, you can even the sounds
Of the shells when they hit the
But you know right down
Can't take chances if you plan to fuck
prints on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail living life in
So I to be the sly, slick, and wicked
But I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot
I say nothing if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them 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 that's I say
Orale that's what I say before I spray
All them levas and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a rap rap rap
And tell everybody what I did
up some levas and I just got rid
Of a couple right on the double, I'm 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 and fools are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round
You vatos tempt me now I give a fuck
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 shells up
(I got that A to the 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 give a shit, I'm
drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my hand keeping
For any or the jura
The rolling down the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna happen like it always does right
in a spot where we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, keeping trucha
Roll through my hood, just think that we shoot ya
You leave without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your
'cause you won't know where the to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat
And if you roll it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you about that
roll your fucking hood without a care
See levas over here so some levas over there
What the are they gonna do to me
I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Soy chingon, em all
See some levas standing then you see some fall
As I spray and make 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 a Columbian Necktie
Oh shit, here his homies around the corner, they're coming
Should I be running? Fuck no, I should be
Pull out my quette behind my belt, shit
Because these vatos want to be delt with
You with me man, I don't give a fuck
don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up

A crazy little when I'm stacking up the balas
I give a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I down my locs
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 like wibble y wobble y y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk, gobble gobble
Simon, when you 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 wanna know, I'll let you guess
Yeah to you putos, holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
And I'm up the shells
Having an Oh A Night sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing
off you fucking putos who fuck with me
So remember this ese when I give a fuck
Keep homey 'cause my shells'll be stacking up

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