Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
out the stix
Who it be? The comin straight from the crops
Im hittin switches for bitches they as dirtay as Woodstock
And I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your eyes just a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the
my face-painted up the Blair-witch with a four
And I stay on the prow, nose like a blood hound
Straight stalking muther yo an this how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets me than an astronaut
A monster shot gun an a master plot
To burn yo and murder all yo committees
door to dorr lead never showin no pity
I bring the pain to ya brain so they me trama
Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead
It aint da since the sane went insane mama
Time to show these haters how to play da fucking game
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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 this shit, you be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
It be as dirty as a gathering of
And yea I grip like a tick right on the of these pricks
Who all hatein a waight because they say im a hick
But I apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
im still runnin with a then these hoes aint doin nuthin
So just quit of all yall frontin and then get on yo knees
Pray to God dat I dont you and then dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees an
Wrap my hands around yo throat and you up to Jesus bitch
to see ya to ya maker, quicker than the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a hundred
Keep my name up out yo mouth, yo ass up out da south
Ya mamiy aint raise ya right, ima bout to her how
Please dont me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 until song