Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Drop

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

Skante]:
they me scante bigante
ok im
sticks let the drum
damn that flake got me
catch a standin'
until your up and open
daddy the heat out
someone leave the open?
bitch who you
we be hotter than a sun
so fuckin fly i don't need a run way
full of kush
i be steamin till my lungs
gotta, get paid
now fuck
blocks of the
and a full of H (aye)
stay with choppers
than the mutha HAs
true call up like dude what it do
pops for the loot
aint no tellin I'll do
I aim and shoot
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 me, I dont give a fuck.
What you tryin a me? Either way either you on my nuts, but
whateva you thinkin stop this supa star,
this world is mine to rape, it like 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 gonna stick it to em, man my dick is hard,
em all and Im a prove it while 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 to switch the brick and give it to em rough.
Im a and twisted son of a bitch, no disrespect to mom,
but she birth to a kid way worse than Dahmer, bin Laden, or Saddam.
Persistent Im a killer ready to uni-bomb.
Gadget, if faggots static tell they asses to bring it on.

(Deuce(Ninelives))
[Deuce]:

I spew hate in 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 why these white kids buy this.
Theres no Undead, its Ninelives,
this punk-ass better go home or retire, with his
cause its already to to stop what I did.
It hurts when I rip this mic up, slap you
and you my bitch if you cant play the game fucker
stand outside it.
You aint never gonna have no again,
you and your boyfriend in bed.
Look at these faggots, how I beat with
the touch 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 almost flew 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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