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

Bullshit ya talkin', to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew these
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 want you to come around here with plan, boy
I'll shoot motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the and shoot 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 down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood
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 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 ain't for no pace
I am for your place, bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck with me if I ain't around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes the ground

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

Tongue an angel, spit 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 spit in your 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 they callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly
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
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 the moon
you'll get sun, you just get it soon
Turn I.D. to a tomb

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

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 in your face

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