Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is shit right here
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My people, or the niggas I roll with
You know
Y'all fucked up
go the shittalkin'
You's a ass hoe
What you really know killas for real though?
Stainin' my freek show, gang of
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya talkin' to bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the is at
Hopin' you come back, fuck that
I'm the poster child of
keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm shit
Man I don't give a how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that bitch you're with too
When the go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone
When the went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the you say something
Too many niggas wanna me up
Steal my shit, my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know what like
To deal with real killas that don't play,
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit
We the things that go bump in the
We got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you think fuckin' with?
We keep shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the 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 shit
Don't get your head you ain't tough
And all skills don't mean shit when you get fucked up
So your set, and fuck your crew
And fuck every around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
of the wicked, night breeders
No little bitch faggots with
So anytime you see me in
You get a in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my army in the and stay real
And down your little TV set
String up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and
to take it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet don't count, ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs
We don't your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we
**** who's coat you on?
You lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up ass
hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** to warn ya
And there you are receiving the in California
you gettin' fucked on the West coast
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm helly shit!