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

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

they got me on the leva
Don't give a shit, I'm
Homies drinking besto, one up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my hand keeping
For any or the jura
The ones rolling the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna happen just like it always does
We're in a spot we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, just keeping
Roll through my hood, just 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 fuck to back
All you is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat
And if you through it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you about that
I'll roll fucking hood without a care
See some levas over here so some over there
What the fuck are gonna do to me
'cause I'm too sly, too slick, too
Soy chingon, em all
See some levas standing then you see some fall
As I spray and their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's for the get away
But I can't until at least one dies
So I got back and give the 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 from behind my belt, shit
Because these just want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't a fuck
Size don't mean shit my shells are stacking up

A crazy little vato when I'm up the balas
I don' give a fuck you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring my locs
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 even walk
It's like wibble y y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, 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 to you I'm way cool
And to you people that 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 What A sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing
Killing off you fucking putos who with me
So remember this ese when I don't give a
Keep trucha 'cause my shells'll be stacking up

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