Luyện nghe bài hát Street Veteran

f/ Mr.

* corrections to the typist

[Mr.
Watch me this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the split
Niggaz into dashers at the sight of my blaster
You be type quick but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya
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 rotten since birth
Make sure I finish the job, I'm plotting to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if beautiful, drug her
And if her man riffs, I got the louisville
Ken swing with an axe at ya face
pieces of ya skull's all over the place
Attacking shit I'm accurate, missed a target
Open up ya mouth son I'll use my to clog it.
Dead up for real, you better get up ya
when I set up to to peel shots you'll be wet as a seal.
Your might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs
Prone to burst slugs, Stalone in First blood!

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

Leave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel
You dick whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris
Bullets travel through skulls fuckin explorers
Evil like the and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub destroyers
to ya head in bunches
Your goin like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin through 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 disguise
Like having pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat
Fuck breaking through floor boards, we're war
And maintain jail hard. like mail, and broad swords

[Chorus: 2X]
Street veteran, we crack ya head you excederin
Aint no here
A man we shreddin him

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

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will you like triceratops
Leave you wet when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul little babies licking cock
You disgust me, like old with chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a bitch steps outta line I have to her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like cider
Wish master, pulling out my blaster
Your dead and I'm breathing cause I empty clips
it out, my click is obnoxious
We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your
Blast teks directly you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and Earth worms bless ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and combat boots
Aim for your front tooth and co that loose!
Cold merciless , flirt wit this,
Nine inch cock I pack just to 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 their stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us a weapon to bust,
We'll you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus!

You'll have your head to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta it
We using and pistol snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your tough
remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant
Like eating the of pheasant
Destroy you crack cocaine resin
Bring it to you like horseman
Like a abortion
is benly drama endorsment
Smashing you the arms of four men

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

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