Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

(Verse 1: D.Lector)

I was born wit a mind but no heart inside so start and die.//
Im the hardest alive get picked apart, ripped out karl kanis, I dot my Ts, cross my Is.//
like this boy? Shit boy thats hard to find send ya carcass flyin.//
Fuck a 9-5 im a cunt hair 5 foot 9 bouta blow up when the stars align.//
Dec 21st sure? im you words hurt.//
My work will leave you in the dirt twirp ya heard it first.//
Word to fuckin big bird ernie n bert ill murder a verse.//
and bury you next to it take it personal, jerk.//
My like a word search, but still ain't spellin money.//
Thats why I call my two fist hand guns, get it
This is a stick up I said it funny.//
Empty your or become a hostage ill kill everybody.//
I guess im nutty buddy.//
Im ted bundy.//
The lector.//
But u can call me yessirrr.//

(Hook-Fade)
Yall shoulda known better to fuck with fade and danimal
Cuz we some animals that'll eat you like a
Fuck these whack rappers, we cut they off
And then we dispose of bodys with a chainsaw

(Verse 2: Fade)

It's and d lec
Mothafuckas know that we
Better some respect
Or be liftin' you by your v neck(bitch)
And I even gotta say this (what?)
We the greatest
Thats why your got us under get her wet on her iTunes playlist
Remain nameless dawg you can gon' and meet the
I'll take your composition book, turn it sideways and shove it up anus
I'm locked up in a cage, and I'm wearin shades Johnny Cage
You wanna step to me? Cool, I'm Diablo and this is rage
Your gonna need some cheat
Killin' yall is easy like free
I take cheesy rappers and eat em' like Doritos
Lookin' thru the peep
And I see D takin out of another victim
Better your wifes, better hide your children
Rapper killers mane, name somebody that was born
And you dont have to call me Mickey but im a Born Killer
Kidnappin' these rappers just to torture em, a ransom
And i'll have my cronies murder them bitches, Charles Manson

(Hook-Fade)
Yall shoulda known better than to fuck with and danimal
Cuz we animals that'll eat you like a cannibal
Fuck these whack rappers, we cut face off
And we dispose of there bodys with a chainsaw

(Verse 3: Fade)
I ain't finished mothafucka u thought this was over?
Talkin' shit to a cracker like u musta' I was sober
I'm
I'll break your face off right I chug a king cobra
Down, forward,
Then over
This the up motherfucker
What you it was?
Weed, mushrooms, promethazine, you better run all them
Serial killer dawg and I ain't talkin' about no lucky
Ill grab your hand , rip it by your shoulders and then i'll beat you with arms
Right to bear arms so I'm wearing a wife beater
Mane fighting us ain't fair, but shit nethers life either
Early stoned pimp I wake up and im eatin' grits
Type of thatll have Miley Cryus flippin bricks
And Megan Fox out on the corner turnin tricks with Swift
50 if you want to hit and 25 if you want her to suck your dick
Mane this Pimpin ain't easy but yo, this is
So my advice when I tell you this, put the mic down and quit rappin bitch