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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your
Quickly ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm shit up
Go ahead, make mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this Mag and make you strip
then down the street naked, some gangsta shit
it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in sleep
Since you a bitch, you back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, trip on your 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 it or leave it
hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you back
Move the same way I used to move crack
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you

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

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