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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

[Chorus:
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars the principle of it so love it or leave it
hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you back
Move units the same way I used to crack
You never stop me cause you too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you you know

Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a
in my waistline or behind close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for
Last seen in a trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross 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 cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all negative
It's like, flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the and bring life
A flow by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep
Plus most round these parts got weak hearts
Call thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, me and pay that tax
you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!