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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

[Chorus:
You never stop me cause you movin too
And we not the that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or 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 never me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers you thinkin you know

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

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