Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Drop

those fools are never gonna rap
yeah, we go push all you mother back
it over till its over man
revenge is a mother fucker, aint it?

Ninelives.

[Deuce]:
Love me or hate me but I aint stoppin Im on top.
Im screamin fuck the like Tupac.
Say my and you might get shot.
Its mutha fucka till I drop.
When the go off they pop.
We leave your body in chalk.
If you talk you learn to walk the walk,
its Ninelives mutha fucka till I drop.

[Veze
call me scante bigante
ok im
sticks let the spray
damn that got me loaded
catch a ovay
clap your up and open
bring the heat out
someone leave the oven
bitch who you
we be hotter than a sun
so fuckin fly i don't even a run way
blunts full of
i be till my lungs cave
gotta, gotta get
now fuck
of the chalk
and a full of H (aye)
with more choppers
than the fuckin HAs
true call up deuce dude what it do
look for the loot
aint no tellin what do
I cock aim and
HU I see you
no ICU in the world that you
I be all the paper
up the yaper
on my shit
give da a taper

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

You can love me or me, I dont give a fuck.
What you tryin a me? Either way either you on my nuts, but
whateva you wont stop this supa star,
this world is to rape, fuck it like stupid groupie broads.
Use a magnum but Id ooh rather do it raw,
pussy rappin faggots sissy bastards really turn me on...
and Im gonna stick it to em, man my dick is hard,
fuck em all and Im a prove it while I do it its my job.
If it is I stick my dick up in biz to get it off,
while Im the clitoris by stickin it in soft,
just to trick em like Im and its possible Im fluff,
but my dick is quick to switch the brick and it to em rough.
Im a sick and twisted son of a bitch, no to mom,
but she gave birth to a kid way worse Dahmer, bin Laden, or Saddam.
Im a sadistic killer ready to uni-bomb.
Gadget, if faggots want static tell they asses to it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

I spew hate in direction I spit,
Im tearin it down, you built.
I found my niche, snitches
aint gonna stop me, this is it.
I can my voice bitch,
knows Im on fire, shit,
its the reason why white kids buy this.
no more Undead, its Ninelives,
this better go home or retire, with his mama
cause its already to late to what I did.
It hurts I rip this mic up, slap you upside
and call you my if you cant play the game fucker
stand outside it.
You aint never have no fame again,
both you and boyfriend in bed.
at these faggots, how I beat them with
just the of a pen.
I a smacked you hard but I tapped you bitch
and wrote this song instead, like I said in of a snitch,
we are not friends.
I flew over the cuckoos nest, I had to get shit off my chest,
you tried to my ass off the edge, but I got Ninelives homey,
I dead.

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