Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
Who it be? The comin straight from the crops
Im hittin switches for these bitches they as dirtay as
And when I chop, the goes straight up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your just like a bird of prey
A son of a bitch call 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 yo an this how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets me higher than an
A monster shot gun an a master plot
To burn yo cities and all yo committees
door to dorr lead never showin no pity
I bring the to ya brain so they callin me trama
Choking at ya neck, with a I think ya dead mama
It aint da same the sane went insane mama
to show these haters how to play da fucking game mama
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Straight out the crops I stop ima POP! POP! POP!, until they all drop
Straight out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling this shit, you must be 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 right on the words of these pricks
Who all hatein a waight because they say im a hick
But I aint apologizing, no I say fuck em
im still runnin with a hatchet then hoes aint doin nuthin
So quit of all yall frontin and then get down on yo knees
to God dat I dont find you and then dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never see me bitch jumping out of trees an shit
Wrap my hands around yo and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and spread you on a hundred acres
Keep my 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 fetch da steel, make this cap an pill
Pop you a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 song ends]