Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Outta Detroit

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

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

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

All you suckas, ain't nobody out
wanna set trip
Try and talk
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo'

Goin' off on any like that
a gat
That's at yo' dome!
So give it up
I'm down Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"
a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, Charles Manson
Crook throwaway is a tool
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 thugs in the hood me
'cause I'm down with a capital
Bitch, you can't with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better

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

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

I give a fuck, I make my cheese
finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, it
Run donuts, your guns, and your badges
a muthafucka in a minute
For some hood rat and go up in it
So if you at a

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

With them thug ass lyrics and thug ass beats
controls the automatic
So any muthafucka 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 a clue
And you in the scope, yo' ass is through
So bitch, you get a grip
Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight Detroit!

"J is his name and the comin'..."

Straight Detroit!
Is it nut I'm cut
Like
And make your sister eat

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

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

And about the bitch that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the
This be an

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

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