Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we don't around
You know I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My people, or the niggas I roll with
You what?
Y'all fucked up
Here go the
You's a ass hoe
What you really know about killas for real
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
with us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the I wanna slap
With the old beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you back, nigga fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's
I havin' that so fuck you bitch
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a fuck how many 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 went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too many niggas beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like this
Now you what it's like
To deal with killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't havin' fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit
We the things go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get shit right
Bitch who you you're fuckin' with?
We keep this like a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our style 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 your crew
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you gonna step to Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch with blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay
And burn down your TV set
String Carson up with wire wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the side bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and
Bout to take it way beyond talkin'
Hatchet count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your and MTV
million, sayin' what the fuck we please
**** coat you ridin' on?
You lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up ass
It's hangin' out mouth, but you like that
And **** to warn ya
And there you are receiving the in California
While you gettin' fucked on the West
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm helly shit!