Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got A to the motherfucking K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about rounds
Out my round clip, you can even hear the sounds
Of the shells when they hit the
But you know they're right
Can't take chances if you plan to around
Leaving on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no living life 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 it's if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna me
That only when you're living life crazy
They keep me from rapping 'cause they know it pays me
Orale what I say
Orale puto that's what I say I spray
All them fucking and I cap cap cap
And I come back and make a firme rap rap rap
And tell everybody I just did
Lined up some levas and I got rid
Of a couple right on the double, I'm but trouble
But when it comes to 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 for punks that wanna act dumb
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 when my 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 shells up
(I got that A to the K)
I got my shells up
(I got A to the motherfucking K)

Simon they got me on the
give a shit, I'm listo
Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the
I've got the pistol in my hand keeping
For any or the jura
The ones rolling down the hood is tonight
gonna happen just like it always does right
We're in a spot where we see them but can't see us
So when try to bust we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, just keeping
Roll through my hood, just think we might shoot ya
You won't without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your
'cause you won't where the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through it's time for the
Time to cruise hood holmes, now what you think about that
I'll roll your fucking hood without a
See some levas over 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 some levas then you see some levas fall
As I spray and make day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's for the get away
But I can't split until at one dies
So I got and give the vato a Columbian 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 from behind my belt,
Because these vatos want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't give a
don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up

A crazy vato when I'm stacking up the balas
I give a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring my locs
Gotta look good I kill so I sparkle up the spokes
You see you're but a lop
You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even
like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk, gobble gobble
Simon, you gobble my nutts
You get this kind of treatment 'cause you're but punks
But uh, enough about you
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, holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
And I'm stacking up the
Having an Oh What A Night of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing
off you fucking putos who fuck with me
So remember ese when I don't give a fuck
trucha homey 'cause my shells'll be stacking up

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