Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

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

a bitch ass hoe
What you really know killas for real though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes 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 the jump I wanna slap
the old school beat 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 back, nigga fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so fuck you
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

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

We the things go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some right
Bitch who you think you're with?
We this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches sour tits for air time and similac
We say that, matter of fact
You tainted our bitch boy we want our shit back
get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get up
So fuck your set, and fuck crew
And every muthafucka around and down with you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

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

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