Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Drop

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

Ninelives.

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

[Veze
they call me scante
ok im
let the drum spray
damn that got me loaded
a standin' ovay
clap until up and open
daddy bring the out
someone the oven open?
bitch who you
we be hotter than a sun
so fuckin fly i don't need a run way
blunts full of
i be steamin till my lungs
gotta, get paid
now someday
blocks of the
and a full of H (aye)
stay with choppers
the mutha fuckin HAs
true call up deuce dude what it do
look pops for the
aint no tellin what do
I cock aim and
HU I see you
no ICU in the that save you
I be all the paper
baggin up the
on my barbershop
give da brick a

(Deuce(Ninelives))
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You can love me or hate me, I give a fuck.
What you tryin a date me? Either way you on my nuts, but
you thinkin wont 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,
these pussy rappin faggots bastards really turn me on...
and Im stick it to em, man my dick is gettin hard,
fuck em all and Im a prove it I do it like its my job.
If it is I my dick up in this biz to get it off,
while Im the clitoris by stickin it in soft,
just to em like Im fickle 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 to a kid way worse than Dahmer, bin Laden, or Saddam.
Im a sadistic killer ready to uni-bomb.
Gadget, if faggots want static they asses to bring it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

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

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