Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the whip with from the ziplock
Guns from Big Lots, blunts from the Quick Stop
Scheming on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big
Strip you for little chip of the rock
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for sifting through rocks
Gave girlfriend my dick in a box
All the dirt I got on my I should have rocks 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
Spot where we put the is hot as the Mojave
Probably time to a new hobby
Before cops is sending out the bloodhounds, up the posse
Reckless niggas with more than disc jockeys
Play their records on CNN and Hard
the part where they show the heart in the autopsy

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 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
Doesn't matter the weather, I'm a lead-dumper
You can the fucking body in the red dumpster
20+ years, couldn't dead hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the gutter I rap
I nickname gats, they my butterfly
The or the TEC
Some of my brothers is on their deen, some of them the wet
And some of them provide the
Jail motherfuckers buck you on their furlough
I run through a wall, never of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking though
I've been getting since my third show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, smoke the purple
just fucking stand around in circles
Me and Jus controversial