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 I attack and tackle and sack and crack
And crack 'em and back and battle my own shadow
ya'll wack and all that

Bullshit ya talkin', to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew these
Stir, I'm the block 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
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 like a ant pile
They put the down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make bleed
You dick, I succeed

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 spit in your

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 touchin' the ground

Bitch nigga, I am not homeboy
We are not the same home, boy
My Baker bring your joy
I'll who ya employ
I 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

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

Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the
And I do whatever for the of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the medal
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 your

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

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

are us, the food's 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 spit in your

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