Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit here
Me and my boys, we don't around
You know I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My people, or the niggas I roll with
You what?
Y'all fucked up
go the shittalkin'

You's a ass hoe
What you really know about for real though?
Stainin' my freek show, gang of
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand where the bloodstain 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 that so fuck you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

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

We the things that go in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you to get some shit right
Bitch who you think fuckin' with?
We keep this shit like a meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' tits for air time and similac
We say that, matter of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we our shit back
Don't get your head cracked you tough
And all them don't mean shit when you get fucked up
So fuck set, and fuck your crew
And fuck every muthafucka around and with you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this 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 juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch faggots blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay
And burn your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped his neck
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and
Bout to take it way beyond shit

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