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 right
Can't take chances if you plan to fuck
Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail
With no bail life in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and
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 them punks man, they wanna blast me
That only figures when you're living crazy
They wanna keep me from rapping 'cause they it pays me
Orale what I say
Orale puto what I say before I spray
All them fucking and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a 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 but trouble
But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to
But right now the are stacking up
I got my thirty rendevous and are backing up
I got AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty clip, I got the seventy five round drum
You vatos tempt me now I give a fuck
Size don't shit when my shells are stacking up

I got my stacking up
(I got A to the motherfucking 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)
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 besto, one smoking up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my keeping trucha
For any or the jura
The ones down the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna happen just it always does right
We're in a spot where we see but they can't see us
So they try to bust we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, just keeping
Roll through my hood, just think that we might ya
You leave without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your
'cause you 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 your hood holmes, now what you about that
I'll roll your fucking without a care
See some levas over here so some levas there
What the fuck are gonna do to me
I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Soy chingon, em all
See some standing then you see some levas fall
As I spray and make day
Say "Fuck you putos" now time 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 Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my from behind my belt, shit
Because vatos just want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't a fuck
Size don't shit when my shells are stacking up

A crazy little vato I'm stacking up the balas
I don' a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring my locs
Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the
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 bawk, gobble
Simon, you gobble my nutts
You get this of treatment 'cause you're nothing but punks
But uh, enough about you
I'm not saying all but next to you I'm way cool
And to you people that know, I'll let you guess
Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the
And I'm stacking up the
an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a spree
Killing off you fucking who fuck with me
So remember this ese when I don't a fuck
Keep trucha 'cause my shells'll be stacking up

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