Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the with piff from the ziplock
Guns come from Big Lots, blunts from the Stop
Scheming on a trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
Strip you for little chip of the rock
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for sifting through rocks
your girlfriend my dick in a box
All the dirt I got on my hands I should rocks in my wristwatch
But I pick over chocolates in the gift box
you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Feed you hot slugs, each is a hot tamale
Spot where we put the bodies is hot as the
Probably to find 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
Play the part where show the heart in the autopsy

Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it. You already 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 dead hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See the gutter that I rap
I nickname gats, my butterfly 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 that'll buck you on furlough
I run through a wall, never of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a herb though
I've been getting money since my third
My new is berzerko, only smoke the purple
Y'all just fucking stand around in
Me and Jus controversial