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 for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn dashers at the sight of my blaster
You might be quick 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 stab a dude, turn him into 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, I've been rotten since
Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if she's beautiful, her
And if her man riffs, I got the slugger
Ken Griffey swing an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya skull's all the place
Attacking shit I'm accurate, never missed a
Open up ya mouth son I'll use my to clog it.
Dead up for real, you get up ya shield
Cause when I set up to to peel you'll be wet as a seal.
Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse
Prone to burst slugs, like in First blood!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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