Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Drop

those fools are never gonna rap
yeah, we go push all you fuckers back
it aint 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 the world like Tupac.
Say my and you might get shot.
Its Ninelives fucka till I drop.
When the go off they pop.
We leave your outlined in chalk.
If you talk you better learn to the walk,
its Ninelives mutha fucka till I drop.

[Veze
call me scante bigante
ok im
sticks let the drum
damn flake got me loaded
catch a standin'
clap until your up and
daddy the heat out
someone leave the open?
who you kiddin'
we be than a sun blaze
so fuckin fly i don't even a run way
blunts full of
i be steamin till my lungs
gotta, get paid
now fuck
blocks of the
and a full of H (aye)
with more choppers
than the mutha HAs
true call up deuce like what it do
look for the loot
no tellin what I'll do
I cock aim and
HU I see you
no ICU in the world that you
I be all about the
up the yaper
on my barbershop
give da brick a

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

You can love me or hate me, I dont a fuck.
What you tryin a date me? Either way you on my nuts, but
whateva you thinkin stop this supa star,
this world is mine to rape, fuck it like groupie broads.
Use a extra-large but Id ooh rather do it raw,
these pussy 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 ticklin the clitoris by 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.
Persistent Im a killer ready to uni-bomb.
Gadget, if faggots want static they asses to bring it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
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I spew hate in every I spit,
Im it down, everything you built.
I found my niche, snitches
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.
Theres no Undead, its Ninelives,
this punk-ass better go home or retire, with his
its already 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 the game fucker
better outside it.
You never gonna have no fame again,
both you and boyfriend in bed.
at these faggots, how I beat them with
just the 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.

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