Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the whip with piff the ziplock
Guns come from Big Lots, from the Quick Stop
Scheming on a trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
Strip you for your little chip of the
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for sifting through rocks
Gave your my dick in a box
All the dirt I got on my hands I should have in my wristwatch
But I Glocks over chocolates in the gift box
Chase you down the staircase, pop you in the
Feed you hot slugs, each shot is a hot
where we put the bodies is hot as the Mojave
Probably to find a new hobby
Before is sending out the bloodhounds, rounding up the posse
Reckless niggas with more than disc jockeys
Play records on CNN and Hard Copy
Play the part where they show the in the autopsy

Everyone of you is alive, death has got nothing to do with it. You already survived many deaths, but you don't know anything about it. How much have you learned in this life? How much have you truly learned that makes a difference?

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I'm a motherfucking headhunter, a cold winter to a dead
Doesn't matter the weather, I'm still a
You can the fucking body in the red dumpster
20+ years, cousin couldn't hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the gutter I rap
I nickname gats, they my effect
The or the TEC
Some of my brothers is on their deen, some of them the wet
And some of provide the birdos
Jail motherfuckers buck you on their furlough
I run through a wall, heard of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a herb though
I've getting money since my third show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, only smoke the
Y'all just fucking stand in circles
Me and Jus Allah