Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the with piff from the ziplock
Guns from Big Lots, blunts from the Quick Stop
Scheming on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big
you for your little chip of the rock
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you for dead 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 pick Glocks over in the gift box
you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Feed you hot slugs, shot is a hot tamale
where we put the bodies is hot as the Mojave
Probably time to a new hobby
Before cops is sending out the bloodhounds, rounding up the
Reckless niggas with records than disc jockeys
their records on CNN and Hard Copy
Play the part where they show the heart in the

Everyone of you is alive, your 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 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 find the fucking body in the red
20+ years, cousin dead hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the gutter I rap
I gats, they my butterfly effect
The or the TEC
of my brothers is on their deen, some of them provide the wet
And of them provide the birdos
Jail motherfuckers that'll you on their furlough
I run through a wall, never of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking herb
I've been getting since my third show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, only smoke the
Y'all just fucking around in circles
Me and Jus controversial