Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You know what I'm
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the 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, of lunatics
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya to your bitch ass hoes even a little
beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause a bitch ass nigga from 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 stand right where the bloodstain is at
you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's
I ain't havin' that so fuck you
Tell friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a fuck how many records you
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that bitch that you're too
When the 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 thug frontin'
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas wanna me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know what it's
To deal with real killas don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
Seven video channels for my
I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' 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 think you're with?
We keep this shit like a track meet, we be it
With the on the back
While other bitches suckin' tits 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 tough
And all them skills don't mean shit you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck every muthafucka around and with you
And you ain't nothin on the map
Except for all this bullshit mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' fuck you bitch
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night
No little bitch faggots with
So you see me in public
You get a in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can your muthafuckin' TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're pay
We on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
Heads are finna get off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond talkin'
don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the undisputed
We need your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, what 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 hangin' out your mouth, but you that
And tried to warn ya
And there you are the dick in California
While you gettin' fucked on the coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And anybody denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit!