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 round clip, you can even hear the
Of the when they hit the ground
But you they're right down
Can't take if you plan to fuck around
prints on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail living in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and
But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets
I say nothing if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna me
only figures when you're living life crazy
They wanna keep me rapping 'cause they know it pays me
Orale that's I say
Orale puto that's what I say I spray
All fucking levas and I cap cap cap
And then I come and make a firme rap rap rap
And tell everybody I just 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 right now the are stacking 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 round clip, I got the seventy five drum
You vatos tempt me now I don't give a
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 shells up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells up
(I got that A to the K)

Simon got me on the leva
Don't give a shit, I'm
Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the
I've got the pistol in my hand trucha
For any rivals or the
The ones rolling down the hood is tonight
gonna happen just like it always does right
We're in a where we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to bust we bust on them
Now hiding out, just trucha
Roll through my hood, think that we might shoot ya
You won't leave bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got quette
'cause you won't know where the fuck to back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through it's for the payback
to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that
I'll roll fucking hood without a care
See some levas over here so some 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 levas standing then you see some fall
As I spray and their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now time for the get away
But I can't until at least one dies
So I got back and give the vato a Columbian
Oh shit, here comes his around the corner, they're coming
I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette from my belt, shit
Because these just want 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 little vato when I'm stacking up the balas
I don' give a fuck about you punk ass
Simon, I bring my locs
Gotta good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes
You see you're but a lop
You think that you can rap? you can't even walk
like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble
Simon, you gobble my nutts
You get this kind of 'cause you're nothing but punks
But uh, about you fools
I'm not saying all that but to you I'm way cool
And to you people that wanna know, 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 Night of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a spree
Killing off you putos who fuck with me
So this ese when I don't give a fuck
Keep trucha homey 'cause my shells'll be up

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