Luyện nghe bài hát Street Veteran

f/ Mr.

* corrections to the typist

[Mr.
Watch me ignite this shit, like a pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs the righteous split
Niggaz turn into dashers at the of my blaster
You might be type but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya
Try to plug up the holes, blood 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 be done with it quick

Watch me empty out like a son of a bitch.
No in my heart, I've been rotten since birth
sure 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 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 fist to it.
Dead up for real, you get up ya shield
Cause when I set up to to peel shots be wet as a seal.
Your fleet 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 heal right, if I feel
You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck
Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin
like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya like sub marine destroyers
Punches to ya in bunches
Your goin down munchkins doin lunges
Rippin stomach muscles like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their like sponges
Coughin up a lung of cells
All you super will get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, eyes are red like trooper disguise
Like having your stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the ages. creeps
Fought with gloves. youll get dangerously beat
Fuck breaking 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 excederin
Aint no here
A man we shreddin him

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

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will shank you triceratops
you wet like when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul like little babies cock
You disgust me, like old with chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a bitch outta line I have to fight her,
or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider
Wish master, pulling out my blaster
Your dead and I'm breathing cause I clips faster
it out, my click is obnoxious
We'll jig you wit picks and dig in your pockets
Blast directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce and bone Earth worms bless ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and steel boots
Aim for your front tooth and co that loose!
merciless , hookers flirt wit this,
Nine inch I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause shank ya back
Its hyde hollow tips vs. blanks and caps
kids that fought me already know,
Cause I left their stinking like courtney's 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 your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta it
We using fistacuffs and snuffs
To ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, pain is
Like eating the brain of
Destroy you like crack cocaine
it to you like armored horseman
Like a abortion
This is drama endorsment
Smashing you like the of four men

A supporter of enforcement
Cock, brain on floor cement
Seeing cattle killed is to men dying
On euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I'm not
You might be missing, by tradition we try to 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 you can't make a voice

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