Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Outta Detroit

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

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

Straight Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my story on the front
When I'm
I got a
the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck 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 shit
Cold yo' ass and leave you with 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!!"
He's a murderer, best yo' distance
Down the Family, like Charles Manson
throwaway is a mothafuckin' tool
Don't make me act a fool

Me and you can go, toe to toe,
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks
And turned weekly, monthly, and
All the in the hood represent me
'cause I'm down a capital D-E-T
Bitch, you can't fuck 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, tell em' you from!"
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody
Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets
I'm a thug muthafucka, and you this
But you hatin' bitches better never ever show this

I give a fuck, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air "Fuck the police!"
Straight servin', we a cop car, jack it
Run donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a muthafucka in a
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 mad, bitches ain't shit
and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick
I'm a muthafucka from the streets

With them thug ass lyrics and them ass beats
controls the automatic
So any punk muthafucka that static
my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I the AK off the shelf
is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin'
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 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
Like
And make your eat butt

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

Ruthless...is the that's floppin'
But the be choppin'
'cause it don't matter bout me
It's all Anybody Killa and Ya Dead Homie
Feel a gust of wind and you're dead
'cause an axe just severed yo'

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

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

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