Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the whip with piff from the
Guns come from Big Lots, blunts from the Quick
Scheming on a trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
you for your little chip of the rock
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for dead sifting through
Gave your girlfriend my in a box
All the dirt I got on my hands I have rocks in my wristwatch
But I pick Glocks chocolates in the gift box
Chase you the staircase, pop you in the lobby
you hot slugs, each shot is a hot tamale
Spot where we put the bodies is hot as the
Probably time to find a new
Before cops is out the bloodhounds, rounding up the posse
Reckless niggas with records than disc jockeys
their records on CNN and Hard Copy
Play the part they show the heart in the autopsy

Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it. You 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 to a dead summer
Doesn't matter the weather, I'm still a
You can find the fucking body in the red
20+ years, cousin couldn't dead (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the that I rap
I gats, they my butterfly effect
The or the TEC
Some of my is on their deen, some of them provide the wet
And some of them provide the
Jail motherfuckers that'll you on their furlough
I run through a wall, heard of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking though
I've been getting money since my show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, only the purple
Y'all just fucking stand around in
Me and Jus Allah