Luyện nghe bài hát Street Veteran

f/ Mr.

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[Mr.
Watch me this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous
Niggaz turn into at the sight of my blaster
You might be type but son my bullets run faster
off shots, got you clutching ya knot
Try to plug up the holes, while is gushing alot
Put on my knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two,
Now I'm set to a dude, turn him into maggot food

Jack in a magazine, kid I'll be with it quick

Watch me empty out clips a son of a bitch.
No remorse in my heart, I've been since birth
Make sure I finish the job, I'm plotting to hurt
I'm for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her
And if her man riffs, I got the slugger
Ken Griffey with an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya skull's all the place
Attacking shit I'm accurate, never a target
Open up ya mouth son use my fist to clog it.
Dead up for real, you get up ya shield
Cause when I set up to to shots you'll be wet as a seal.
fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs
Prone to burst slugs, like Stalone in blood!

We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit pipes

Leave you wit flesh bites, that right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, you ain't Chuck Norris
Bullets travel through like fuckin explorers
Evil like the auras and correners, holding objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub destroyers
to ya head in bunches
Your goin down munchkins doin lunges
Rippin stomach muscles like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their like sponges
Coughin up a lung of cells
All you super guys get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper
Like having pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm up cries
Boxing romans an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
Fought with spiked gloves. youll get beat
Fuck breaking floor boards, we're war lords
And maintain jail hard. chain mail, and broad swords

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Street veteran, we ya head you need excederin
Aint no fear
A man steps we him

Veteran, ya gear we
the glocks pop, you drop so hard you crack the sediment

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will shank you like
Leave you wet like a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul like babies licking cock
You disgust me, like old ladies with chicken
Equal rights, if a bitch outta line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya blood apple cider
Wish master, out my bitch blaster
Your dead and I'm breathing I empty clips faster
Thugin it out, my click is
We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your
teks directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and bone Earth worms ya dome.
I'm dipped in and steel combat boots
Aim for front tooth and co stomp that loose!
Cold merciless , hookers wit this,
Nine cock I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya
Its hyde hollow vs. your blanks and caps
unlucky kids fought me already know,
Cause I left bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us without a to bust,
jack you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus!

You'll have your handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you understand it
We using fistacuffs and pistol
To ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, pain is
Like eating the of pheasant
Destroy you like crack cocaine
it to you like armored horseman
Like a abortion
This is benly endorsment
Smashing you like the arms of men

A supporter of enforcement
Cock, splattered on floor cement
Seeing cattle killed is similair to men
On euorpean battle fields, shit is real, I'm not lying
You might be missing, by tradition we try to a fishin
Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the
Holmes take it off, a choice, get hit wit bone
Breaking force in ya trachea till you make a voice

Enter the prize ring know as the
A survive thing if you're weak and we as cadaver or meat