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, 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 back and battle my own shadow
'Cause ya'll and all that

Bullshit ya talkin', to get funky
Toss me the chunky, brew these punkies
Stir, I'm from the but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to around here with that plan, boy
shoot this motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the and shoot the witness on the stand, boy
is my game, ask everybody in the stands, boy

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

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

Singin', 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 spit in your face

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

nigga, I am not your homeboy
We are not the same home, boy
My Baker bring your joy
I'll destroy who ya
I 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

Y'all so backwards, I do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna 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 motherfuckin' flowers 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 face

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

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 Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it
just hope that you get it
And if I anything to do with it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass the moon
you'll get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a

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

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