Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Outta Detroit

Bitch, you can straight up eat a dick! I'm lookin' at the
frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that
mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' on

the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna up
props to (DETROIT!!!)

Straight outta Detroit, mothafucka named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my on the front page
When I'm
I got a
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and
Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck me?
The police are have to come and get me
We stompin' yo ass, I ain't goin' out

All you suckas, ain't showin' out
Niggas set trip
Try and shit
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo'

Goin' off on any like that
a gat
That's at yo' dome!
So it up sucka
I'm with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"
He's a murderer, keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles
Crook throwaway is a mothafuckin'
make me act a mothafuckin' fool

Me and you can go, toe to toe,
On the corner, strapped, rocks daily
And turned weekly, monthly, and
All the in the hood represent me
'cause I'm down with a D-E-T
Bitch, you can't with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you duck

Ya Dead Homie, crazy as fuck
on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, em' where you from!"
Straight Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep bigga
I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know
But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show

I don't give a fuck, I make my
finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, it
Run your donuts, your guns, and badges
Shoot a muthafucka in a
For hood rat pussy and go up in it
So if you at a

In the row
I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a
Bitches gettin' mad, ain't shit
Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin'
I'm a muthafucka from the streets

With them ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody controls the
So any punk that start static
my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin'
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the
Creepin' up without a
And once you in the scope, yo' ass is
So bitch, you better get a
Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight Detroit!

"J is his and the boy's comin'..."

Straight Detroit!
Is it nut I'm cut
whut?
And make sister eat butt

A thug Southwest
I'll an axe hangin' outta yo' chest
See I don't a fuck, that's the problem
I see a muthafuckin' cop, stop him
it smart and ask for directions
And then shank him in the midsection
To me, it's funny, this Prozac
I don't know the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at
I'm rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
So I can get high and fuck this bitch to me

Ruthless...is the label floppin'
But the hatchetman be
it really don't matter bout me
It's all Anybody Killa and Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of and you're dead
'cause an axe just yo' head

And what the bitch that got shot?
She me herpes so I shot her in the back
be an autobiography

Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't
Dark will slaughter your mother
And slap brother
Straight Detroit!

"Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"