Luyện nghe bài hát Whatchallwannado

[mr.
Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in 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 makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a logo
out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
And if you niggaz trip on me, then I wont bust yo shit
Plus my be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest
But niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus
Fuck you who say 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 think that you can get outta this
So bitch, to get me to point, you must really got me pissed
I'm twist and dismember, down nigga timber
Kodac moment remember, crooked nigga a rippla

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

[mr.
Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, me, a killa
billy tha kid nigga, it's lucci tha wig splitta
Like tyson a hard hitta, toe tag
A brain spilla, body chilla, thrilla, fuck 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 bumpin his grill, he thought he was go cheat one, 4 real
Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob
Crooked is as crooked does, like thugs
And crooked hugs and slugs and crooked luv
It neva enuff, until I whip it out my holsta
Cocked back ready to ya, on every wanted poster
Stayin' high like a vulture, pain from smoke
Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner ya

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

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