Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious 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 know
Y'all fucked up
Here go the

a bitch ass hoe
What you really know about killas for real
Stainin' my freek show, gang of
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the at the hospital
me this, callin' me that
Cause you's a ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I remember no fair fights where I'm from
and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, fuck that
I'm the poster child of
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till left
I ain't that so fuck you bitch
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

Man I don't a fuck how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga check
And fuck that that you're with too
When the shit go down, where the fuck crew?
Probably at home bumpin' else
When the shit went down they told you yourself
Now you cryin' inside little thug still
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too niggas wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, my bitch
I'm like this
Now you know what it's
To deal real killas that don't play, everyday
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video for my victims
I ain't havin' fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'

We the that 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 shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the
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 shit
Don't get your head you ain't tough
And all them don't mean shit when you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck muthafucka around and down with 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 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, night
No little bitch faggots with
So anytime you see me in
You get a in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep muthafuckin' TRL
I stay my army in the underground and stay real
And burn your little TV set
Carson up with razor wire wrapped around 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 chopped off, and
to take it way beyond talkin' shit

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