Luyện nghe bài hát Thun & Kicko

Yous a notebook crook with loose beef
A criminal who pass the heat
To that blast the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad happened in the street
A villain on the vinyl an outlaw
A lot of on your DAT taped southpaw
You thuggin the mics plugged in
Barkin through the speakers like you got no
wild on the 2 inch
Got your plaques to prove it
Your music's around the world movin
And it come right back around to the on it
Now its time to your opponent
cling to this real shit
Stuck we started at
Fuck
Not because I to we want to
I love this
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 fists
Ready for war but its a different type of
Its not
They're just by the advance
Tranqued by the bank
Put the drum
off of our shit
Now who you rocking with or us
Deep love or lust
QB or
Infamous til we on
You're laughing at the kid I take action
The fam are confidants,
I write bombs that'll your ambitions of being top dog
As we move the stage floor I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL and it
Say no
your delf nigga its on

Who you tellin
Are you frail or
Were you makin sounds or watchin niggas
You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then em
You never the moisture in the air from coke boiling
You never felt the scrapin your plate your hands achin
Yet you keep choppin cause there's paper to
You never felt the power of
Clutchin a gun fuck it dun
Its him or me
At best you wasn't hand to hand
No than 3 grams
What the fuck you about a ki man
You never
get it right my nigga wild woulda stuck you
Stop dry snitchin in rhymes listen
What you tryin to do help the guys in
Indict duns so could be another rhyme for you
You a you never had a life
So you throw other niggas in your pad at night
Its clever you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never indicted
You the deal motherfucker
The make the fake niggas kneel
And lose appetites when you taste nigga's
My rhymes are what it take to get a
That make it
I'm like BIG you replace the skill
I laced your ill like in scarface's grill
Your motherfuckin flow is kill
Im Cor Mega raw
Yall niggas know my steez Im for Queens
Your league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's deed
Your whole is pussy
When I squeeze bleed
My lyrics official
I bag up coke on dishes made of
Your niggas they will you
My plated pistol got 16 shots
You can em with you
To the coffin or DAs
Surgery screamin we lost him
Life divorced and fuck it it cost him
You want beef say no
Brace your nigga its on
We spray 4 4 s