Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Drop

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

Ninelives.

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

[Veze
they me scante bigante
ok im
let the drum spray
damn that flake got me
catch a standin'
until your up and open
daddy bring the out
someone leave the oven
who you kiddin'
we be hotter than a sun
so fuckin fly i even need a run way
blunts full of
i be steamin till my cave
gotta, gotta get
now someday
of the chalk
and a spoon of H (aye)
stay more choppers
than the mutha HAs
true call up deuce dude what it do
look for the loot
aint no tellin I'll do
I aim and shoot
HU I see you
no ICU in the that save you
I be all about the
up the yaper
on my barbershop
da brick a taper

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

You can love me or hate me, I dont a fuck.
What you tryin a date me? way either you on my nuts, but
whateva you thinkin stop this supa star,
this world is mine to rape, fuck it stupid groupie broads.
Use a magnum extra-large but Id ooh 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 it while I do it like its my job.
If it is I stick my up in this biz to get it off,
while Im ticklin the by stickin it in soft,
just to trick em like Im and its possible Im fluff,
but my dick is quick to switch the and give it to em rough.
Im a sick and twisted son of a bitch, no to mom,
but she gave birth to a kid way than Dahmer, bin Laden, or Saddam.
Persistent Im a killer ready to uni-bomb.
Gadget, if faggots want static tell asses to bring it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

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

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