Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Outta Detroit

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

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

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

All you suckas, nobody showin' out
Niggas set trip
Try and talk
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you yo' wigsplit

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 the Family, like Charles Manson
Crook is a mothafuckin' tool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin'

Me and you can go, toe to toe,
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks
And weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood me
'cause I'm with a capital D-E-T
Bitch, you fuck with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better

Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as
on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothafucka, straight outta Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, em' where you from!"
outta 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 show this

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

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

With thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
controls the automatic
So any punk muthafucka that static
my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I the AK off the shelf
Security is and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm a villan
in my way and you're witnessin' the killin'
Creepin' up a clue
And you in the scope, yo' ass is through
So bitch, you get a grip
'cause Anybody on a gangsta tip
outta Detroit!

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

outta Detroit!
Is it nut I'm cut
Like
And make your eat butt

A thug claimin'
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, kinda funny, this Prozac
I know where the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at
I'm just rollin', for some ecstasy
So I can get high and fuck this bitch to me

Ruthless...is the label that's
But the be choppin'
'cause it really don't matter me
all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and dead
an axe just severed yo' head

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

Of Blaze, dead and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your
And slap your
outta Detroit!

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