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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 wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as as fuck!
Pressin my nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you
then walk down the street naked, some 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 came back, in for more cash
Baseball both of 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 it's the principle of it so love it or it
Forever hardcore, so you better it
In all black, full jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I 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 I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at
Peep the design, make remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, daylight

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