Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot' Em Up

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be to pin ya
You know, we know, you wanna roll
'Cause we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Right off the job, ooh, now I ta let ya know
When you seen be rollin' with tha big shot guns
And we when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin'
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb
Now that you know that

These niggaz come around, they don't know how to act, in
I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the
Smokin' weed and up to no
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that
Slang bud on over yo thug

So me and tha rest of thugs can marinate, marinate
We get high, so high
That's how my mental, that's how my stay
It's like parlay like every day
Don't think on tha pimp, hatin'
But ya be pinnin' yo self

I cuts in tha M-11, 357
Automatic weapons from my
These niggaz wanna take my
My check yo self
to get in but they couldn't win
We it to tha head with a fifth of weed

Now we in a 500 we roll-roll
tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock
'Bout ta hit this
Livin' like a thugs on tha who's stronga
When I put on ya, all gonnaz

Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo dem all
fall, dey fall, buck-buck, oh yeah
Niggaz be gettin' they pistols
And fuck with tha mothafuckas
They with us when we puff bitch

Ooh, because we gonna put you back up in yo quick
Hey and 44 mag go and
Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a
Execution, be shootin' round
"Leavin' em off on ya raw"

Ya me 'cause you watch me
My nigga you know you me now
bitch niggaz run up and try me
I'm flippin' up outta my shit with shit
To be keepin' you redrum, bye-bye

And fo' we lit 'em up good
And you can still find me
You know East 99, dealers and po-po and St. Clair
back to the mo
And it's Cleveland

You we thuggin' and thievin' thievin'
somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
A whole record
For you see my niggaz we comin' nothin' to lose
And bitch if you try me anybody plus

Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha
If I just look up and see ya dyin' lyin'
Lyin' and my mind
Wherever you dig 'em
The get on tha ride right bang

tha way you get a man, get a man
Sneak up on him and you him
And he won't fuck with you no
You a party

With that weed up in ya body
chill
My they got me sloppy
High, oh, so, so

Come on, come on, don't be shy, get high
We got tha herb, if you want some, want
We got indeed, you need some, need some
Oh
I know just might sound crazy, but lately

roll wit' my gun
'Cause tha hatas they me
When they that nigga bone
Niggaz somehow someway get
Even if they hate buck to tha bang

Good I got a gat
we rhyme tight rhymes
Had to thug out but it in time
Just two times and if you it to me
My thugs gon' it to you

So pull back, it's cool
Somebody's head get blown
Bone, doin' ya on that
Hey, hey, hey, go and fix yo pistols
And get with buck
To tha bang, bang,

Nigga wanna roll with bone on
But nigga we cool, we
Don't forget playa gettin'
That buck to tha
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em

We be slippin'
We might just be you all tha time
I'm comin', I'm
And put on tha dolla man

Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair you off
And you lossin', betta to
Falsin', that'll be for all of ya offspring
Well, be coffins for all of ya offspring
For tha police on the
up because tha soldiers

Well, they be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz
Puttin' it together to grab the
Well, I ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
Ready with a of bitches for you
and willing to do it to you, be my thang
That buck, buck to Jane

See of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
that Bizzy maintain
Well, it be north coast homie
city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Police want to search you for nothin' but that
So on bitch bang
it bitch 'cause my trigga fingaz a bitch

Ho, I be 'em down with my click
I stood 'em all and still
And rest my nine up I'm fuckin' with y'all
my dogs to dem all
Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all
I still ball and I'm knowin' you

No snatching, no souls, no be showin'
as I'm flowin' already
Gave my a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
Clair, up tha sto'
What did you I'm scared?
you are
What did you think I'd bring you

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Twelve bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't roll
'Cause then we it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause then we give it to you, we're bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Twelve gauges up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you wanna roll
'Cause then we it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you wanna roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh