Luyện nghe bài hát Wooo

No limit black sheep, played the back for months
away from the tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still mac nigga, nothin changed
Got the rings and the gold
Now bitches wanna know my whole
I penetrate em, then I em
I let the next nigga date em, I don't hate em
I spit voodoo, to the most hard to get
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street
From to chillers, we made millions
And killers to protect scrilla
So the fuck you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you my name
I represent the shell shocked 'cause it's in my
(no limit soldier) is on my left arm, I it in blood
Throw hood up if you a thug
And all niggas say

- mac]
(woah!)
You see a soldier on the holler
(woah!)
You hear them on them beats holler
(woah!)
Every time soldiers speak holler
(woah!)

& abel]
Load your weapons, grab gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over
Hit the like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock
And leave bullet in your bourbons and 'lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a
Gangstafied kane & abel you know the assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's to happen
you want (? ) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned tv
Niggas hated, I sho hated
the weed, cremated
See game, we regulated

[mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga that spell everything (nah)
The nigga that'll run through motherfuckin set and bang
hoe motherfuckin out (fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these and beatin em down
'cause they wearin tanks, don't know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll tear the up
Nigga, I give a fuck if you bangin or slangin
when I put this tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave motherfucker without
a line
K-l you lost your motherfuckin mind
Stop the track 'cause these niggas know about my click black
I down the m to the a to the c
the s to the e to the r to the v
Fuckin the t to the a to the n to the k
And when I come motherfucker and I raise my tank up high
You best believe some a you motherfuckers gon die

ed]
Nigga what I
I claim tru!
I hang with niggas that's with tru tatoos
I got my big ed from what I put between hips
I got my assassin from the way I empty out clips
Wear the no limit soldier, thuggin at
Hittin niggas with throw aways I toss em I break em apart
get your guns up if you rowdy
And when assassin hit the stores, buy the if you bout it
it

[snoop
gangsta in this motherfucker, loco
So I can through and keep it tru and do what the fuck i

I bust, I keep it tru the 'ginnin
dogg, the representer from long beach city
A tru dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to close, y'all can't run this race
I place my self the stack
my homeboys mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got back, don't even flip out or trip out
Or dip out, these lookin at me strange
My to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it
Y'all touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

x]
Biggest mama, two guns here I come
Put down for my son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get your shine on 'cause it's time
And i'ma get my rhyme on and like nine
Cocked millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia x-rated, platinum plated
Face it, they hear me on the k-l track
All niggas grab they head and jump back
Hollin woah it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes to mine
I'm mama superior, you is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I
Some fake bitches like you is mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or
On tru i'ma your shop, woah