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

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

Yes, I want you to come around with that plan, boy
shoot this motherfucker 'til I burn 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 like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the down
You get the stampede, I make blood
You suck dick, I

Yeah, yeah, and is how victory 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 spit in face

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

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

Bitch nigga, I am not homeboy
We are not the same home, boy
My Nina bring your joy
I'll 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 get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, little
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy

Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the
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 in your 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 just hope you get it
Let's just hope you get it
And if I have anything to do it, motherfucker, I did it

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

are us, the food's for us
We eat our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we take the wives
And we take the jewelry 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 spit in face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
spit in your face