Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I with
You know
Y'all done up
Here go the
You's a ass hoe
What you know about killas for real though?
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a
beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga the jump I wanna slap
the old school 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, nigga that
I'm the poster child of
I'ma keep swingin' my axe nuthin's left
I havin' that so fuck you bitch
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I give a fuck how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that bitch that with too
When the shit go down, where the your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone
When the shit went down told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside little still frontin'
Thinkin' to why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like this
Now you know what it's
To with real killas that don't play, everyday
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video channels for my
I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'
We the things that go in the night
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
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air and similac
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck every muthafucka and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those
How the fuck you gonna step to Dark juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch faggots with
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your full of dick
You can keep muthafuckin' TRL
I stay with my in the underground and stay real
And burn down your TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side you're gonna pay
We on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
Heads are finna get chopped off, and
Bout to take it way beyond shit
Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't
Knowin' goddamn well we the undisputed
We don't need your and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' the fuck we please
**** who's coat you on?
You gotta balls, and write him a song
You got his dick so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you that
And **** to warn ya
And you are receiving the dick in California
While you gettin' fucked on the West
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And fuck anybody denying the
Come to the and get bit
your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!