Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You know I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I with
You know
Y'all fucked up
go the shittalkin'

You's a ass hoe
What you really about killas for real though?
Stainin' my freek show, of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya talkin' to your ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the I wanna slap
With the old school 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, fuck that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's
I ain't havin' that so fuck you
Tell your 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 you're with too
When the go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone
When the shit went down told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the you say something
Too niggas wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like fuck
Now you know what like
To deal real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get
Seven channels for my victims
I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit

We the things that go bump in the
We got no love 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
the hatchet on the back
While other suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say that, matter of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our back
Don't get your head you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck 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 that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you gonna to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch faggots with
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws of dick
You can keep muthafuckin' TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn down your TV set
Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other side you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and
Bout to it way beyond talkin' shit

Hatchet don't count, hatchet included
Knowin' goddamn we the champs undisputed
We don't your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we
**** 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 tried to warn ya
And there you are the dick in California
While you gettin' on the West coast
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And fuck denying the juggalos
Come to the and get bit
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!