Luyện nghe bài hát Street Veteran

f/ Mr.

* corrections to the typist

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

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

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

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

Leave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I spite
You dick suckin whore, bitch you Chuck Norris
Bullets travel skulls like fuckin explorers
like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub destroyers
Punches to ya head in
Your down like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin through stomach muscles like
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like
up a lung of blood cells
All you super guys will get
we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguise
Like your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
Fought spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat
Fuck through floor boards, we're war lords
And maintain jail hard. like chain mail, and broad

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

Veteran, ya we reddining
When the glocks pop, you drop so hard you the sediment

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will shank you like
Leave you wet like a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul little babies licking cock
You disgust me, old ladies with chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a steps outta line I have to fight her,
Male or female, drink ya blood like apple cider
Wish master, pulling out my bitch
Your dead and I'm breathing cause I empty faster
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 in fatigues and steel combat boots
Aim for your front tooth and co stomp loose!
Cold , hookers 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 bodies stinking like sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us without a to bust,
We'll jack you out your range rover, make you in the bus!

You'll have your handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the of brutal, you betta understand it
We using fistacuffs and snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and your mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, is unpleasant
Like eating the brain of
Destroy you like cocaine resin
Bring it to you armored horseman
Like a abortion
This is benly drama
you like the arms of four men

A of gore enforcement
Cock, brain splattered on floor
Seeing cattle killed is similair to men
On euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I'm not
You might be missing, by we try to fight a fishin
like 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 you can't make a voice

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