Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You know I'm sayin'?
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 freek show, of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass even a little
Rather ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the I wanna slap
the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I remember no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the is at
you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the poster of death
keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' so fuck 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 check
And fuck bitch that you're with too
the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at bumpin' someone else
When the shit went down they told you yourself
Now you cryin' inside little still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the you say something
Too many wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know what like
To deal real killas that don't play, everyday
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 hater and I'm shit
We the things that go bump in the
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
With the hatchet on the
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and
We say that, matter of fact
You our style bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get your cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean when you get fucked up
So your set, and fuck your crew
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't nothin on the map
for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those
How the fuck you gonna step to Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night
No little bitch with blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wrapped around his neck
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
to take it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet don't count, hatchet included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs
We don't your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' the fuck we please
**** who's you ridin' on?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a
You got his dick buried so far up ass
It's out your mouth, but you like that
And **** tried to ya
And there you are receiving the dick in
While you gettin' fucked on the coast
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm helly shit!