Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - shit can happen

artis]
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's right we back
Same slangin, orangatangin, out on hoodrats
They say I act I'm too famous to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm nameless...
You don't get it yet do you
Dealin out or flop I still put it through you
Wit a luger that'll fire
And hit than a pitch by a bitch like mariah
You think for one since we got a deal
That we deal wit you in front of st andrew's still?
You gay rappers learn that
I won't stop I see 'em turn back
If you slow that roll you got
You gon see these Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some
Fo' sho' that, ask the
But gator lay you down next to your mother's grandmother

You know I'm feelin rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even
The cat who never gave a damn about your name
I a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' game
I kill you in ways you couldn't even
You and your madame, it's really how I have 'em
Who call theyself screamin about a
Nigga we got a gift while you barely it off mere talent
My are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow
In the middle of rappin I the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start
Kuniva and kon artis my nigga we get it
the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin

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[kon
Now this funny so don't you dare laugh
Shit can in him and yo' ass
You can be touched think you can't
'cause niggas ain't fuckin around no man [repeat]

[swifty
The feds can't hold me, I feds
I was born wit a dark ass cloud my head
Rainin acid, you can't from gettin yo' ass kicked
'cause you too much you ask for it
I'm on some shit, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't fuck with me if I was at an orgy
niggas get confronted, then they change stories
I touch you then they everything is hunky dory
I even you pour me the gasoline for me
Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your [crash]
You met alotta niggas you wouldn't wanna know me
Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your
Don't even try, in your system like e
Tryin to with me, nigga please yo' people die
I'm so wicked my mama gave birth illegally
I the abortion immediately, surprise! aaaaah!

Picture me in a jail cell rottin
Or barricaded in a motel wit shotguns
So when the cops knockin each hand's got one
Cocked, to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
One man army, guns harm me
Young and army, worse than my uncle
Ever since I got my first gun on me
I can't carryin out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped and
Your friends flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some on infinite
I givin it a hundred and ten percent
'cause when I'm bent of my energy's spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is
Twenty is from being hungry as sin
because I love being under your skin
Yeah can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or lift the mack and
That can lead to another happenin
Skip the crap get the can of crackin

[1- continues in

It can and it (nigga)
Fuck around amityville and you die
spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
With personalities split
you up wit hit after hit
Stickin you up clip after clip
Makin you suck after dick
Dirty motherfuckin
The kon artis, motherfuckin peter s. bizarre, mcvay, the kuniva
Dirty father harry
Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get
All you of you motherfuckers suck our cocks
We are not playin, we are not
We are not bullshittin, is not a motherfuckin joke...