Luyện nghe bài hát Shells Stackin' Up

I got that A to the K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty
Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the
Of the shells they hit the ground
But you know they're down
Can't take if you plan to fuck around
Leaving prints on a shell, in a jail cell
With no living life in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and
But I get caught? 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, they wanna me
That only figures you're living life crazy
They wanna keep me from rapping they know it pays me
that's what I say
Orale puto that's what I say before I
All them fucking and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a 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 nothing but
But when it to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle
But right now the are stacking up
I got my rendevous and fools are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for punks wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five drum
You tempt me now I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are up

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)
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 keeping trucha
For any or the jura
The ones rolling down the hood is tonight
Something's gonna happen just like it does right
We're in a spot where we see them but can't see us
So when they try to bust we bust on them
Now hiding out, just trucha
Roll through my hood, just think we might shoot ya
You won't leave without holes ese
So it doesn't to me if you got your quette
you won't know where the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through time for the payback
Time to cruise hood holmes, now what you think about that
I'll your fucking hood without a care
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 levas standing 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 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
Should I be running? no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette from my belt, shit
Because these vatos just to be delt with
You fuck me man, I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my are stacking up

A crazy little vato I'm stacking up the balas
I don' give a fuck about you punk ass
Simon, I bring my locs
Gotta look good when I kill so I up the spokes
You see nothing but a lop
You think that you can Bitch you can't even walk
It's like wibble y wobble y y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk, gobble gobble
Simon, when you gobble my
You get this kind of treatment 'cause you're nothing but
But uh, enough about you
I'm not all that but next to you I'm way cool
And to you people wanna know, I'll let you guess
to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
And I'm stacking up the
Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the
But not in love, I'm on a killing
Killing off you fucking putos who 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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