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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

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

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

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with and cash flow
Sadaam and Castro, to the last blow
I mash dough and half these you ass slow
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 and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife,
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my
So why the fuck you my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these got weak hearts
theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay tax
Punch you in the mouth and that gat, motherfucker!