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 your

Uh, straight off the bat, I
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 and battle my own shadow
'Cause wack and all that

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

Yes, I want you to come around here that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker I burn 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 like a ant
They put the clamp if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make bleed
You suck dick, I

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory
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 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

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

nigga, I am not your homeboy
We are not the same home, boy
My Baker 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 & Wesson wanna ya pussy pearl

kiss an angel, spit fire at the devil
And I do for the root of all evil
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 spit in your face

And crazy's what they callin' me but crazy hardly what I am
Try creatively or amazingly rewarded
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 have to do with it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla
Mr. Martian will hang your ass the moon
you'll get sun, you just get it soon
Turn 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 take the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we will the lives

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
spit in your face