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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it like
Listen, listen, look..

The wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that
I'ma this forty-four Mag and make you strip
then walk down the naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more
Baseball of your legs, I'll trip on your ass

[Chorus:
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you
It ain't the dollars the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move
units the same way I used to move crack
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the that you thinkin you know

Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a
in my or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at
Peep the design, make your remains hard to
I ain't to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still know how to aim right
I tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with and cash flow
and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass
It's relative, and all positively
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, he cute
while I'm paranoid, cookin loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring
A fascinatin by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my momma keep bitchin
is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my
So why the fuck you think my braincells flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these got weak hearts
Call thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and that gat, motherfucker!