Luyện nghe bài hát Spit In Your Face

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

Uh, off the bat, I come
off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I and tackle and sack and crack
And 'em and snap back and battle my own shadow
'Cause ya'll and all that

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

Yes, I you to come around here with that plan, boy
I'll shoot motherfucker 'til I burn 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 like a ant
put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood
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 I'mma in your face

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

If this is a race, I goin' for no pace
I am goin' for place, bow ya home, how ya gon'
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 the same home, boy
My Baker bring your joy
destroy who ya employ
I 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

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

Tongue kiss an angel, fire at the devil
And I do for the root 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 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 me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it
Let's just hope you get it
And if I have to do with it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the
'Cause 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 take the
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the

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 spit in your

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