Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is 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 niggas I roll
You what?
done fucked up
Here go the

You's a ass hoe
What you really know about for real though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya talkin' to bitch ass hoes even a little
beat ya to shit, and pull the plug 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 right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga fuck
I'm the child of death
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 give a fuck how many you sell
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that that you're with too
the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone
When the shit went they told you fuck yourself
Now you inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too many niggas beat me up
Steal my shit, my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know what like
To deal real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
video channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'

We the things that go bump in the
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some right
Bitch who you think you're fuckin'
We keep shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the on the back
other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say that, matter of fact
You our style bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get your head cracked you tough
And all them skills don't mean shit you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and your crew
And fuck every muthafucka and down with you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this commercialized mainstream rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
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, breeders
No little faggots with blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep muthafuckin' TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn your little TV set
String up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
Bout to it way beyond talkin' shit

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