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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

[Chorus:
You never stop me cause you too slow
And we not the motherfuckers you thinkin you know
It the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better it
In all black, full metal jackets make you move back
Move units the same way I to move crack
You never stop me cause you 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 these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
the design, make your remains 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 remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and flow
and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all negative
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, thinkin he
I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring
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 niggaz these parts got weak hearts
Call thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay tax
Punch you in the and take that gat, motherfucker!