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

Bullshit ya talkin', to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew punkies
Stir, I'm from the block but you pass like a flunky
We make a a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come here 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
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 stamp
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 face

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

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

Bitch nigga, I am not your
We are not the same home, boy
My Nina Baker bring joy
I'll who ya employ
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 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 root of all
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the medal
Turn your motherfuckin' 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 faith in me the hardest crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's 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, Young Tune, gorilla
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the
you'll get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a

Goons are us, the for us
We eat our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we will take the
And we won't take the jewelry but we 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 spit in face

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