Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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

Everyone of you is alive, your 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 winter to a dead summer
matter the weather, I'm still a lead-dumper
You can find the body in the red dumpster
20+ years, cousin couldn't dead (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 deen, some of them provide the wet
And of them 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 fucking though
been getting money since my third show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, smoke the purple
Y'all just fucking stand around in
Me and Jus Allah