Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit here
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You know what I'm
So if you me
My people, or the niggas I roll with
You know
done fucked up
Here go the
You's a ass hoe
you really know about killas for real though?
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the at the hospital
Callin' me this, me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the I wanna slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right the bloodstain is at
you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe nuthin's left
I ain't that so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a fuck how many you sell
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that bitch you're with too
the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at bumpin' someone else
the shit went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too many niggas wanna me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like fuck
Now you know what it's
To with real killas that don't play, everyday
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
We the things go bump in the night
We ain't got no for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you you're fuckin' with?
We keep shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour for air time and similac
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our back
get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean when you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck every muthafucka around and down you
And you ain't nothin on the map
Except for all this commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we those hoes
How the fuck you step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night
No little bitch faggots blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws full of
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and real
And burn your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way talkin' shit
Hatchet count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the undisputed
We don't need your and MTV
Sellin' million, what the fuck we please
who's coat you ridin' on?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a
You got his dick so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you that
And tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the in California
you gettin' fucked on the West coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And fuck anybody denying the
to the underground and get bit
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!