Luyện nghe bài hát Trife Thieves

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Trife thieves we be trusted
step into my the wrong way
and get motherfucking dome busted
We got shoes for all you damn snitches
We ain't just niggaz
we buckin

My fully nine will shoot through your metal door
Have ya nigga's far and out like kids at grocery stores (AHHHH)
bizarre and its just to deadly
Even a rapper amnesia who met me still could forget me
If I don't get all my dough
Y'all gonna see more fights and spits then the Jerry show
I'm a nasty, dirty, filthy bitch
But _ even a basshead with AIDS would suck my
Cause I'm quick to snatch a nigga out his
I'm the reason nigga's come ten deep and end up leavig
Meet losing nigga's must be bugging
We can battle for ten minutes and let cousins be the judges
I'm the illest rapper to come out far
I'll shoot anybody even the who gave me CPR
Step to the Outz and end up getting
Fuck around and get raped like one of Clinton's interns

I'll shove a gun in ya grill greasy and
in hot mustard
so I feed it to you it's easy to eat it
You need to be immediately treated you breathin
or you'll be leavin the receivin room evenin with Jesus
You hate on us and we'll be waitin on eight swarmin ya hood
With a angry skateboarders (c'mon)
I hop in a and slam on the gas and charge you
and bombard you in the car your mom bought you
Fuck around and get choked and found in a
Flotin around face down in a boat
I'll five dudes in a pinto and pull up
to the 7 Mile drive-through at and piledrive you
I got the power to snatch a out of his car
he drives by me at 90 mph
This place is my house I might as well my face with white out
cause can't see me like Mase's eyebrows

I'm dressed to please nips, yeah, she get it
The same way I fucked the chick
Stuck my hands in her panties like bitch my dick
87 187 heat the passion rolls I'm passing clothes
You it in the ass is what I'm askin hoes
you Fuzz he has sold more albums then the Jackson's sold
I you baby if I'm not with you then I'm blastin foes
Telepathly harrasing
I know your sister is four-teen but her ass can grow
Ice-berg took down elastical
Given my fans the exact shit asking for
Fuzz Scooter fucking one man bout to you passing one blunt
Bitch we passing
I rode your ass and smoked one pull and smoke your head up
I'll send you to tell 2Pac to his head up
I went to the fighting really who can get up
I knew this shit was over from the blood that he spit up
Ran a couple more miles have done more sit-ups
I want his dumb ass to up bitch and get lit up
Call your bitch bitch come and pick this bitch up
On battle you be sweeter I get this shit up
I'll you too you get up
Or stomp you to the cops
Eighty came when your fucking block got dumb

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