Luyện nghe bài hát Trife Thieves

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Trife we can't be trusted
into my clique the wrong way
and get motherfucking dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you snitches
We ain't just shooting
we bitches

My fully loaded nine shoot through your metal door
Have ya nigga's far and out like kids at grocery stores (AHHHH)
Battle bizarre and its to deadly
Even a rapper with amnesia who met me could forget me
If I get all my fucking dough
gonna see more fights and spits then the Jerry Springer show
Cause I'm a nasty, dirty, filthy
But _ even a basshead with AIDS suck my dick
I'm quick to snatch a nigga out his polo
I'm the reason nigga's ten deep and end up leavig solo
Meet losing ya'll must be bugging
We can for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges
I'm the rapper to come out thus far
I'll shoot even the bitch who gave me CPR
Step to the Outz and end up burned
Fuck around and get raped one of Bill Clinton's interns

I'll shove a gun in ya greasy and heated
smothered in hot
so when I feed it to you it's to eat it
You need to be immediately treated while you
or you'll be leavin the receivin room this evenin Jesus
You hate on us and we'll be waitin on corners swarmin ya hood
With a thousand angry (c'mon)
I hop in a jeep and slam on the gas and you
and you in the car that your mom bought you
Fuck around and get and found in a moat
Flotin drowned face down in a boat
I'll pile five dudes in a pinto and up
to the 7 drive-through at McDonald's and piledrive you
I got the to snatch a motherfucker 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 y'all can't see me like eyebrows

I'm dressed to sucking nips, yeah, she get it
The same way that I the chick
Stuck my hands in her panties like suck my dick
87 freak 187 heat the passion rolls I'm clothes
You like it in the ass is I'm askin hoes
Aren't you Fuzz he has sold more albums then the Jackson's
I love you baby if I'm not with you I'm blastin foes
Telepathly foes
I know little sister is four-teen but her ass can grow
Ice-berg took down elastical
Given my fans the shit they asking for
Fuzz Scooter fucking one man bout to show you one blunt
we passing four
I rode ass and smoked take one pull and smoke your head up
I'll you to tell 2Pac to keep his head up
I went to the fighting really who can get up
I knew this shit was from the fucking blood that he spit up
Ran a couple more miles should done more sit-ups
I want his dumb ass to jump up and get lit up
Call your like 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 come
Eighty nigga's came when your fucking block got

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