Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

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

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

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

We the that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit
Bitch who you think fuckin' with?
We keep this shit a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our style boy we want our shit back
Don't get head cracked 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 every muthafucka and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all this bullshit mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that fuck you
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those
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 Faygo in your ass, and your jaws full of
You can keep muthafuckin' TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
Bout to it way beyond talkin' shit

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