Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the
out the crops
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
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Who it be? The docs comin straight the crops
Im switches for these bitches they as dirtay as Woodstock
And when I chop, the shock goes up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your eyes just like a of prey
A sick son of a call me the scarecrow
my face-painted up the Blair-witch with a four
And I stay on the prow, with nose a blood hound
Straight muther fuckers yo an this how it goes down
This sight of it gets me higher than an astronaut
A backwoods monster shot gun an a plot
To burn yo and murder all yo committees
door to dorr slangin never showin no pity
I bring the to ya brain so they callin me trama
Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead
It aint da same the sane went insane mama
Time to show these how to play da fucking game mama
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Straight out the crops I wont stop ima POP! POP! POP!, until all drop
out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling this shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
It be as dirty as a of 2006
And yea I grip a tick right on the words of these pricks
Who all throwin a waight because they say im a hick
But I apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
im still runnin with a hatchet then these hoes aint 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
you never wanna 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, quicker than the
Put you through a shredder and then you on a hundred 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 make me fetch da steel, this cap an extra pill
Pop you a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 until ends]