Luyện nghe bài hát Spit In Your Face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma in your face

Uh, off the bat, I come
Straight off my back with a gun I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle and sack and
And crack 'em and snap back and battle my own
'Cause wack and all that

ya talkin', startin' to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma these punkies
Stir, I'm from the block but you don't like a flunky
We a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I you to come around here with that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker 'til I my hand, boy
up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boy
This is my game, ask in the stands, boy

I'm all red, I'm on fire a ant pile
They put the clamp if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I blood bleed
You suck dick, I

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory
So I'mma in ya face

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

If this is a race, I ain't goin' for no
I am goin' for your place, bow ya home, how ya
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin'
2 eyes to the sky, 10 touchin' the ground

Bitch nigga, I am not homeboy
We are not from the home, boy
My Baker bring your joy
destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Roy

Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, swisher, man
8 in the mornin' body get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, girls
And Mr. Smith & wanna kiss ya pussy pearl

Tongue an angel, spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the medal
Turn your motherfuckin' to feathers
Now fly to

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma in your face

And what they callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly
Ain't no faith in me the hardest crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's just hope you get it
And if I anything to do with it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the
'Cause you'll get sun, you get it soon
your I.D. to a tomb

Goons are us, the for us
We eat our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we will take the
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the

So spit in your face
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
I'mma spit in your