Luyện nghe bài hát Whatchallwannado

[mr.
Jus day, chiffin hay, in north dallas
C-pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha
Took me bout an hour, and now I'm creased in my polo
I'm these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you in tha mist
And if you niggaz don't trip on me, I wont bust yo shit
Plus my click be tha ruffest, not we tha toughest
But stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha
you who say fuck us, and all y'all niggaz who be hatin'
Cappin, cause you can't me, runnin up on me daily
But baby, it's mo' complicated, you can see
Words lose all meanin', when see niggaz gleamin'
So don't you even that you can get outta this
So bitch, to get me to point, you must really got me pissed
I'm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga
Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a

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Whatchallwannado? if you trip, then we bomb
Pull out tha first, chiff until I lungs hurt
I bombin', but tha rippla finna bomb worse
Look at us come first, best believe be bomb

[mr.
Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, me, a killa
Fuck billy tha kid nigga, it's tha wig splitta
Like a hard hitta, toe tag deala
A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, it, killa
On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, strong
smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon
I long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man it's on
a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone
For his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real
Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, by mob skillz
Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked
And hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv
It ain't enuff, until I whip it out my holsta
Cocked ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster
high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke
Those crooked smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya

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I quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty
Bullets sprayed rapidly, now died from my fatality
Fuck who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery
Bomb viciously, leavin tha scene full of catastrophes
Hollow my calvary, when I feel in tha mist
Now I'm pissed, wit a clutched
Around they and my 45th
No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in
We be than a weed blunt dipped in phaldahyde and morphine
Sparklin' clean up tha industry
Lyrics at yo weak feet, they me
Due to my unique style of poetry
Blowin these, wack mc's, who refuse to give our
Platinum hitz from tha click, til we all sittin on top
When tha rippla drop, believe we comin wit bombs
Turnin' yo house party, into a modern day vietnam
Run up if you some, we clash like titans
no collaboration deadlier than stoneycrook and I come

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