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 the righteous split
Niggaz turn dashers at the sight of my blaster
You might be type quick but son my run faster
off shots, got you clutching ya knot
Try to plug up the holes, while blood is gushing
Put on my knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two,
Now I'm set to stab a dude, turn him maggot food

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

Watch me empty out like a son of a bitch.
No in my heart, I've been rotten since birth
Make sure I finish the job, I'm plotting to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if she's beautiful, her
And if her man riffs, I got the louisville
Ken Griffey swing an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya skull's all over the
Attacking shit I'm accurate, never missed a
Open up ya mouth son I'll use my fist to it.
up for real, you better get up ya shield
Cause when I set up to to 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 might hit you wit steel

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

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

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

[Mr.
A flurry shots, shank you like triceratops
Leave you wet like a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul little babies licking cock
You disgust me, like old with chicken pocks
rights, if a bitch steps outta line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll ya blood like apple cider
Wish master, pulling out my blaster
Your and I'm breathing cause I empty clips faster
it out, my click is obnoxious
We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in pockets
Blast directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and bone worms bless ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and steel boots
Aim for your tooth and co stomp that loose!
Cold merciless , hookers wit this,
Nine inch cock I just to hurt you bitch
And fuck rap cause I'll shank ya back
Its hyde hollow tips vs. blanks and caps
kids that fought me already know,
Cause I left bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us a weapon 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 snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, pain is
Like the brain of pheasant
Destroy you like crack cocaine
Bring it to you like armored
Like a trauma
This is benly drama
you like the arms of four men

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

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