Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't around
You know what I'm
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I with
You what?
done fucked up
Here go the
a bitch ass hoe
What you really know about killas for real
Stainin' my freek show, of lunatics
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause you's a bitch ass from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fights where I'm from
Maniac and stand right where the bloodstain is at
you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the child of death
keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't that so fuck you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga check
And that bitch that you're with too
When the shit go down, where the your crew?
Probably at home someone else
When the went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to why the fuck you say something
Too niggas wanna beat me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like fuck
Now you what it's like
To deal with real killas that play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get
Seven video channels for my
I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit
We the that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you to get some shit right
Bitch who you you're fuckin' with?
We keep shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the on the back
While other suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, matter of
You tainted our bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get your head cracked you ain't
And all them don't mean shit when you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all this commercialized mainstream rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch faggots blonde
So you see me in public
You get a in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my in the underground and stay real
And burn down 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 grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way talkin' shit
don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the undisputed
We don't your radios and MTV
million, sayin' what the fuck we please
**** who's coat you on?
You lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick so far up your ass
hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** tried to ya
And there you are the dick in California
While you fucked on the West coast
I'm at home fuckin' Kim
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck denying the juggalos
Come to the and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit!