Luyện nghe bài hát That's What I Said

(lynch):
Now I'm the type of nigga leave a horse head in ya bed
Sleep with ya wife, then commence to
Get away clean with the glock 17 in my lap
As I creep in the black cadillac
'cause you I got shit to do
Fake id, I been murderin' muthafuckas like hiv
As I creep real slow through your blood
Five weeks later, nigga, God you
Now I'm stressed with the smith &
My music career ain't the best
to have my momma wearin' a tight dress
Bitch make my right
Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya gushes
Then I'm through the night, mozzaradi with cauz
He hittin' corners hella
you know I'm right
My momma taught me, nigga don't give a
And when I die, me in a joint and smoke me up
That's what

(loki):
I'm up off the hocus poucus
My is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
I'm to pull the pin up out the grenade
And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, this
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins freaks in the mo-mo
We seein' provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin'
Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah
See when say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter
muthafuckas into smithers
Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our
Obscene, unfit for major magazines
Lace you up in kerosene and see ass ignited
I we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean
I seen war and street marines
Dirty nina's in the of ghetto fiends
I'm caught between the hard and ghetto dreams
I got schemes black berets and get away like o.j., clean
The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the got another 16
You see the front page news show the inmates, and not the cage
While elections with the public's rage
Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives the shit we done
And then say that we ain't
That's what I

(lynch):
pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em
Hafta buy a pit a week 'cause eatin'
Off that mad dog 20/20 I'm to take my money
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take
Understand this, radiation and blast
It's almost 20g, I gotta plot my and get my cash
D-dub around the in the impala
Zigg zagg in the trash can with the mag last time I saw her
Beta, stand look out by the store
Loki, you some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe
murder so I'm time plottin'
Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every banstandin'
'cause I'm aggressive like a
Beta done caught ass and got the gasoline
Hot out your dream
Then it all up to sittin' in hawaii
With a ak on my lap off puffy stuff
That's I said