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 face

Uh, off the bat, I come
Straight off my back a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in I attack and tackle and sack 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 the block but you don't pass like a flunky
We a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come around here that plan, boy
I'll shoot motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and the witness 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 down if I put the down
You get the stampede, I make blood
You suck dick, I

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 spit in your

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So spit in your face

If is a race, I ain't goin' 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 toes the ground

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

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

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

And crazy's what callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm
I'm in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's 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 our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will the knives and we will take the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we will 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 spit in your face

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