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

Bullshit ya talkin', startin' to get
Toss me the chunky, 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 with that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker 'til I my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the 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 clamp if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I blood bleed
You dick, I succeed

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 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 for no pace
I am goin' for your place, bow ya home, how ya
Fuck me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the

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

Y'all so backwards, I do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your body get by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, little
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 black
Turn your 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 your

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

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

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 won't take the 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 your