Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle

yo flash to my forgotten past
high off my rockin
i put my inside a stocking mask
i put a gun in a
and run in a
rob a piece one and the
to come the worst
now for a a bit scarier
than a pit
camoufalge an assassin's lit area
i'ma die at the
your death
killing that bitch ass noise just my chest,yo
your dad come blast a magnum and rob 'em
call him a tigeress(?) psychiatrist with
i need help and i'm ready to hell
having deep felt nightmares and sleep well
i'm the beginning like sex and
by ??
and his germ
a learned
with these stress nerves
stand in hell but naked while my fesh burns
to the
don't when it's on
without the metradome
watch me stretch your
easily it's done D12 we do this we flow like
slaughter your
you can't end this particular water
man slaughter
my dick's in grandaughter
i'm back to tell
how we spell
expell D12 one-to-the-dozen
slim shade good
back in hood
i almost up on my and slurred to the judge
said i don't care about your room
i snort
yeah i crush em up motrin(?)

tear life abortion
a portion of my freestyle brain
make it hell
and tim
put your foot
forward and get up by this clique
it's d12 and we make noise than hell!!