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

Bullshit ya talkin', startin' to get
Toss me the chunky, brew these punkies
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 with plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker 'til I my hand, boy
up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boy
This is my game, ask in the stands, boy

I'm all red, I'm on fire like a ant
They put the clamp 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 I'mma spit in ya

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

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

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

Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the
And I do whatever for the root of all
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black
your motherfuckin' 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 they callin' me but isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the never crack, I'm crack
I'm in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope 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 the moon
'Cause you'll get sun, you just get it
Turn your I.D. to a

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 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 in your face

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