Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Who it be? The docs comin from the crops
Im hittin switches for these bitches they as as Woodstock
And when I chop, the shock goes up your vertabrate
They at yo bones, and at your eyes just like a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch me the scarecrow
my up the Blair-witch with 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 it gets me higher than an astronaut
A backwoods monster gun an a master plot
To burn yo and murder all yo committees
door to dorr slangin lead never no pity
I bring the pain to ya brain so they callin me
Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead
It aint da same since the went insane mama
Time to show these haters how to play da fucking mama
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Straight out the crops I wont stop ima POP! POP! POP!, they all drop
out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling this shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I
It be as as a gathering of 2006
And yea I grip like a tick right on the of these pricks
Who all hatein throwin a waight because say im a hick
But I apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
im runnin with a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin
So just quit of all frontin and then get down on yo knees
Pray to God dat I find you and then dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees an
Wrap my hands yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a acres
my name up out yo mouth, keep yo ass up out da south
Ya mamiy raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
Please dont make me da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you like a mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 until ends]