Luyện nghe bài hát Thun & Kicko

Yous a notebook crook with loose beef
A backseat criminal who pass the
To somebody that the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad what happened in the
A villain on the vinyl an outlaw
A lot of on your DAT taped southpaw
You thuggin when the mics in
through the speakers like you got no sense
You're wild on the 2
Got platinum plaques to prove it
Your music's been the world movin
And it come right back to the ground on it
Now its time to face your
Infamous cling to this shit
where we started at
Fuck
Not because I to we want to
I this shit
The raw is I live for
To the sound of the crowd roar for more
To see the niggas that pay rush the door
Wildin on the dance floor when they come on
Swinging fists
Ready for war but its a different type of
Its not
just tranced by the advance
Tranqued by the sound
Put the drum
off of our shit
Now who you with them or us
Deep love or cheap
QB or
Infamous til we on
You're laughing at the wrong kid I take
The fam are confidants,
I write bombs that'll shatter your of being top dog
As we move the stage floor I need to bass more
So I can it and make y'all go AWOL and lose it
Say no
Brace your nigga its on

Who tale you
Are you or felon
Were you makin sounds or watchin sellin
You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then em
You never the moisture in the air from coke boiling
You never felt the razor scrapin your plate 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 more 3 grams
What the fuck you about a ki man
You never
Lets get it right my nigga wild woulda you
Stop dry snitchin in rhymes listen
What you tryin to do the guys in blue
duns so that could be another rhyme for you
You a you never had a life
So you throw other niggas lives in pad at night
Its clever when you 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 what it to get a deal
That make it
I'm BIG you can't replace the skill
I laced your ill cocaine in scarface's grill
Your motherfuckin is basic kill
Im Cor raw forever
niggas know my steez Im reppin for Queens
Your minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's
Your whole is pussy
When I vaginas bleed
My lyrics they
I bag up coke on dishes made of
Your niggas they will you
My nickel pistol got 16 shots
You can take em you
To the coffin or DAs
Surgery nurses screamin we him
Life divorced and fuck it it cost him
You want say no more
Brace your nigga its on
We spray 4 4 s