Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
Straight out the
Who it be? The docs comin straight from the
Im hittin switches for these bitches they as as Woodstock
And when I chop, the goes straight up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your eyes just like a of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the
my face-painted up the Blair-witch a four four
And I stay on the prow, with nose a blood hound
Straight stalking muther fuckers yo an how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets me higher than an
A backwoods monster shot gun an a master
To burn yo cities and murder all yo
door to dorr lead never showin no pity
I bring the pain to ya brain so they callin me
at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead mama
It aint da same since the sane went mama
Time to show these haters how to da fucking game mama
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Straight out the crops I wont stop ima POP! POP! POP!, they all drop
Straight out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
It be as dirty as a of 2006
And yea I grip like a right on the words of these pricks
Who all hatein throwin a waight because they say im a
But I aint apologizing, no I say fuck em
im still runnin a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin
So just quit of all yall and then get down on yo knees
Pray to God dat I dont find you and dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never see me bitch jumping out of trees an shit
Wrap my around yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, than the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a acres
Keep my up out yo mouth, keep yo ass up out da south
Ya aint raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
Please dont me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you like a cherry fucka never test my will
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