Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Drop

those are never gonna rap again
yeah, we go push all you mother back
it aint over its over man
revenge is like a mother fucker, 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 guns go off pop.
We leave your outlined in chalk.
If you talk you better learn to the walk,
cause its Ninelives mutha fucka I drop.

Skante]:
they me scante bigante
ok im
sticks let the spray
damn that flake got me
catch a standin'
clap your up and open
bring the heat out
someone the oven open?
bitch who you
we be hotter than a sun
so fuckin fly i even need a run way
blunts of kush
i be steamin my lungs cave
gotta, gotta get
now someday
of the chalk
and a spoon of H (aye)
with more choppers
than the mutha HAs
true call up deuce like what it do
pops 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 about the
baggin up the
on my barbershop
da brick a taper

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

You can love me or hate me, I give a fuck.
What you tryin a date me? way either you on my nuts, but
whateva you thinkin wont stop supa star,
this world is mine to rape, fuck it like stupid broads.
Use a extra-large but Id ooh rather do it raw,
these pussy rappin faggots bastards really turn me on...
and Im gonna stick it to em, man my is gettin hard,
em all and Im a prove it while I do it like 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 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 worse Dahmer, bin Laden, or Saddam.
Persistent Im a sadistic killer to uni-bomb.
Gadget, if want static tell they asses to bring it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
Chorus

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 white kids buy this.
no more Undead, its Ninelives,
this punk-ass better go or retire, with his mama
cause its to late to stop what I did.
It hurts when I rip this mic up, you upside
and call you my bitch if you cant play the game
stand outside it.
You never gonna have no fame again,
you and your boyfriend in bed.
Look at these faggots, how I them with
the touch of a pen.
I could a smacked you hard but I tapped you
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.

Chorus