Luyện nghe bài hát Thun & Kicko

Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf
A backseat who pass the heat
To somebody blast the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad happened in the street
A on the vinyl an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped
You thuggin the mics plugged in
through the speakers like you got no sense
You're on the 2 inch
Got your platinum plaques to it
Your music's been the world movin
And it come right back to the ground on it
Now its time to face your
cling to this real shit
Stuck where we at
that
Not I have to we want to
I love shit
The raw is I live for
To hear the sound of the crowd roar for
To see the niggas that pay rush the door
Wildin on the dance floor when song come on
Swinging they
Ready for war but its a different of effect
Its not
They're tranced by the advance
by the sound bank
Put the drum
off of our shit
Now who you rocking them or us
Deep love or lust
QB or
til we pass on
You're at the wrong kid I take action
The fam are confidants,
I write bombs that'll shatter your of being top dog
As we through the stage floor I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make y'all go and lose it
Say no
your delf nigga its on

Who tale you
Are you or felon
Were you makin or watchin niggas sellin
You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and avoid em
You felt the moisture in the air from coke boiling
You felt the razor scrapin your plate your hands achin
Yet you choppin cause there's paper to make
You never the power of invincibility
a gun like fuck it dun
Its him or me
At your best you hand to hand
No than 3 grams
What the fuck you about a ki man
You never
Lets get it right my nigga wild stuck you
Stop dry snitchin in your listen
you tryin to do help the guys in blue
Indict duns so that be another rhyme for you
You a parasite you had a life
So you throw other niggas lives in your pad at
Its clever you write it
Spoken well for a who never been indicted
You know the motherfucker
The real the fake niggas kneel
And lose appetites you taste nigga's steel
My rhymes are it take to get a deal
That make it
I'm like BIG you replace the skill
I laced your ill cocaine in scarface's grill
motherfuckin flow is basic kill
Im Cor Mega raw
niggas know my steez Im reppin for Queens
Your minor I'm big time like Mark McGwire's deed
Your whole is pussy
I squeeze vaginas bleed
My they official
I bag up coke on made of crystal
Your they will miss you
My nickel pistol got 16 shots
You can take em you
To the or DAs office
Surgery nurses screamin we him
Life suddenly divorced and it it cost him
You want beef say no
your delf nigga its on
We spray 4 4 s