Luyện nghe bài hát Thun & Kicko

Yous a crook with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal who the heat
To somebody that the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad what in the street
A villain on the an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped
You thuggin the mics plugged in
Barkin through the speakers you got no sense
You're wild on the 2
Got your platinum to prove it
Your music's been around the world
And it right back around to the ground on it
Now its time to your opponent
cling to this real shit
Stuck we started at
that
Not I have to we want to
I this shit
The raw is what I for
To hear the sound of the crowd for more
To see the niggas that pay rush the door
Wildin on the dance floor they song come on
Swinging fists
Ready for war but its a different of effect
Its not
just tranced by the advance
Tranqued by the bank
Put under the
off of our shit
Now who you rocking with or us
Deep love or cheap
QB or
Infamous til we on
You're at the wrong kid I take action
The fam are confidants,
I write bombs that'll shatter ambitions of being top dog
As we move through the floor I need to bass more
So I can taste it and y'all go AWOL and lose it
Say no
Brace your delf its on

Who tale you
Are you frail or
Were you makin or watchin niggas sellin
You exploit lives in your rhymes and then avoid em
You never felt the moisture in the air coke boiling
You never felt the razor scrapin plate your hands achin
Yet you keep choppin cause there's to make
You never felt the power of
Clutchin a gun like it dun
Its him or me
At best you wasn't hand to hand
No than 3 grams
What the fuck you know a ki man
You hustle
Lets get it right my nigga wild stuck you
dry snitchin in your rhymes listen
What you tryin to do help the in blue
Indict duns so that could be another for you
You a parasite you had a life
So you other niggas lives in your pad at night
Its when you write it
Spoken for a dude who never been indicted
You know the motherfucker
The real make the niggas kneel
And lose appetites you taste nigga's steel
My rhymes are what it to get a deal
make it real
I'm like BIG you replace the skill
I your ill like cocaine in scarface's grill
Your flow is basic kill
Im Cor raw forever
Yall know my steez Im reppin for Queens
minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's deed
Your whole team is
I squeeze vaginas bleed
My lyrics official
I bag up on dishes made of crystal
Your niggas will miss you
My nickel pistol got 16 shots
You can take em you
To the or DAs office
Surgery screamin we lost him
Life suddenly divorced and it it cost him
You want say no more
Brace delf nigga its on
We 4 4 s bitch