Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we fuck 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 about killas for real
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you lose muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a
beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause you's a ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old beat down, 10 on 1
I don't no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right the bloodstain is at
you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's
I ain't havin' so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit

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

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

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

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