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
me bout an hour, and now I'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and you bitches in tha mist
And if you niggaz trip on me, then I wont bust yo shit
Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha
But stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha
Fuck you who say fuck us, and all y'all niggaz who be
Cappin, cause you can't me, runnin up on me daily
But baby, mo' complicated, than you can see
Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see gleamin'
So don't you even think you can get outta this
So bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me
I'm twist and dismember, down nigga timber
Kodac moment remember, this nigga a rippla

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

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

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I been quick to a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty
Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died my fatality
Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a
Bomb viciously, leavin tha scene full of catastrophes
Hollow my calvary, when I feel in tha mist
Now I'm pissed, wit a fist
they ashton and my 45th
No mo lift, in these shady in fleets
We be deadlier than a 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
these, wack mc's, who refuse to give our props
Platinum from tha stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top
When tha rippla drop, best believe we wit bombs
Turnin' yo average house party, into a day vietnam
Run up if you want some, we clash titans
Aint no collaboration deadlier stoneycrook and I come

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