Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I with
You what?
Y'all done up
go the shittalkin'
You's a ass hoe
What you really know killas for real though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I remember no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'
Man I don't give a fuck how many records you
Stories you tell, nigga check
And fuck that bitch you're with too
When the shit go down, where the fuck crew?
Probably at home someone else
When the shit went down told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside thug still frontin'
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas wanna me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like fuck
Now you know it's like
To deal with real killas don't play, everyday
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video channels for my
I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit
We the things that go bump in the
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit
Bitch who you you're fuckin' with?
We keep this shit like a meet, we be runnin' it
With the on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour for air time and similac
We say fuck that, matter of
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our back
Don't get your head cracked you ain't
And all them skills mean shit when you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and your crew
And fuck every muthafucka around and down you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you gonna step to Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night
No bitch faggots with blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your full of dick
You can keep muthafuckin' TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn your little TV set
String Carson up with wire wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch gonna pay
We stay on the side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
are finna get chopped off, and slit
Bout to it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn we the champs undisputed
We don't your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we
**** who's coat you on?
You gotta balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up ass
It's out your 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 sell out
And fuck denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!