Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll
You know
Y'all done up
Here go the

You's a ass hoe
What you really know about killas for though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the for the dead
with us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
me this, callin' me that
Cause a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe nuthin's left
I ain't havin' so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

Man I don't give a fuck how many 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' else
When the shit went they told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside little thug still
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas wanna me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like fuck
Now you know what like
To deal with real that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get
Seven video channels for my
I ain't havin' that fuck you
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 to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you're with?
We keep this like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the
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 shit
Don't get head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't shit when you get fucked up
So your set, and fuck your crew
And every muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

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

Hatchet don't count, ain't included
Knowin' well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your and MTV
Sellin' million, what the fuck we please
**** coat you ridin' on?
You lick balls, and write him a song
You got his buried so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you that
And tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the in California
While you fucked on the West coast
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And anybody denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit!