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 spit in face

Uh, straight off the bat, I
Straight off my with a gun like 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 ya'll and all that

ya talkin', startin' to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew these
Stir, I'm from the block but you pass like a flunky
We a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to around here with that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker 'til I my hand, boy
Bust up in the 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 down if I put the down
You get the stampede, I blood bleed
You dick, I succeed

Yeah, yeah, and this is how tastes
So I'mma spit in ya

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 spit in your face

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

Bitch nigga, I am not your
We are not from the home, boy
My Nina bring your joy
I'll 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' your body get found by a
Yeah, You guys is bitches, girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy

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

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So spit in your face

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

And crazy's what they callin' me but isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly
no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do it, motherfucker, I did it

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

Goons are us, the for us
We eat with our hands, no and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we will the wives
And we take the jewelry but we will take the lives

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

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