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 back a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I and tackle and sack and crack
And crack 'em and snap back and my own shadow
'Cause ya'll and all that

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

Yes, I want you to around here with that plan, boy
I'll this motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and 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 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 face

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

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

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

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

Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the
And I do whatever for the root of all
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the medal
your 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 spit in face

And crazy's what they callin' me but isn't hardly what I am
Try retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm
I'm dope in Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's hope that 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 the moon
'Cause you'll get sun, you get it soon
Turn I.D. to a tomb

are us, the food's for us
We eat with our hands, no and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we will the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the

So I'mma spit in face
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
I'mma in your face