Luyện nghe bài hát Street Veteran

f/ Mr.

* send corrections to the

[Mr.
Watch me this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the split
Niggaz turn into dashers at the sight of my
You might be type but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you 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 done with it

Watch me empty out like a son of a bitch.
No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten birth
Make I finish the job, kids I'm plotting 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 over the
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.
Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse
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 right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck
Bullets travel skulls like fuckin explorers
like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine
Punches to ya head in
goin down like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin through stomach like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till soft like sponges
Coughin up a of blood cells
All you super guys will get
When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like disguise
Like your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the ages. creeps
Fought with spiked gloves. youll get beat
Fuck through floor boards, we're war lords
And maintain jail hard. like mail, and broad swords

repeat 2X]
Street veteran, we crack ya head you excederin
Aint no here
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 like when a bottle of pops in ya grill
Its foul like little babies cock
You disgust me, old ladies with chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a bitch outta line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya like apple cider
Wish master, pulling out my bitch
Your dead and I'm breathing cause I 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 Earth worms ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and steel boots
Aim for your tooth and co stomp that loose!
Cold merciless , flirt wit this,
inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya
Its hollow tips vs. your blanks and caps
unlucky kids that fought me know,
Cause I left their bodies stinking like courtney's hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us a weapon to bust,
We'll jack you out range rover, make you trek in the bus!

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

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

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