Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll
You what?
Y'all fucked up
Here go the
a bitch ass hoe
What you really know killas for real though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, me that
Cause a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga fuck
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till left
I ain't havin' that so you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a fuck how records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that bitch that you're too
When the shit go down, where the fuck crew?
Probably at home someone else
When the shit down they told you fuck yourself
Now you inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas beat me up
Steal my shit, my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know what it's
To deal with killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get
video channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
We the things that go 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 this shit like a track meet, we be it
the hatchet on the back
While bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say that, matter of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our back
Don't get head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean when you get fucked up
So fuck set, and fuck your crew
And fuck every muthafucka and down with you
And you ain't nothin on the map
Except for all this commercialized mainstream rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those
How the fuck you gonna to Dark Carnival juggalos?
of the wicked, night breeders
No little bitch faggots with
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws of dick
You can your muthafuckin' TRL
I stay with my army in the and stay real
And down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
to the other side bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get off, and slit
Bout to it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet don't count, ain't included
Knowin' goddamn we the champs undisputed
We need your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' the fuck we please
**** who's you ridin' on?
You gotta balls, and write him a song
You got his buried so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like
And tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the dick in
While you gettin' on the West coast
I'm at home fuckin' Kim
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!