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

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

Yes, I you to come around here 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
This is my game, ask 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 make bleed
You suck dick, I

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory
So spit 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 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 fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 touchin' the ground

Bitch nigga, I am not your
We are not the same home, boy
My Nina Baker your joy
destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Roy

Y'all so backwards, I do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your body get by a fisherman
Yeah, You is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna ya pussy pearl

Tongue kiss an angel, 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 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 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 you get it back
just hope 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
your I.D. to a tomb

Goons are us, the for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and for us
We will take the knives and we will the wives
And we take the jewelry but we will take 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 your

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