Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bar Blackout

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100 bar yo uh

I set the off every time i step in the streets
if you get the you better put a weapon to me
i want metal shit that will turn your in debris
blow you like the winter drown your ass in the sea
sink you than the titanic
so many niggas is
it's like a man with no legs i can't it
yawl cats is pussy might as well with a wig
get your some d cups and try to change to ya fig
i run trains my niggas yo we tag team hoes
when your get on the stage it's like a drag queen show
except yawl ain't got no wigs or
and yawl front you gangsta till you see a gun in your shirt
it only take a bullet to put one in the dirt
and you better hope that it one of them nerds
cuz the vests is better, ya heard?
had to you to speak with ya jaw week, shit for words
you probably if i'm crazy or not
there's only one way to find out but a thing to my top
and if you what a piece could do
i bust bleed in ya boo, her offer you to breathe or move
i act when i bang, nigga d's a fool
but if your chick see me, she'll be you
i take you to the strip and you what a g can do
i want so hot make you heat the room
want ice that will the bride leave the groom
make jakes, stakes with a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so i be making niggas heat they tombs
and hop in with the quickness to meet doom
you gotta be the one who me to stop this kid
fuck with smoke that will make a nigga's bleed
you better see me when you got a doc cold in your
and a on your arm that could leave you to God
i've been sick since the day i was
doctors had to tranquilize me in my arms just for keeping me
that's why i build a tolerance for the
air packs and hollow tips to mug spill your brains on the rug
slice your wrists up just so i can play your blood
and d (?) spill your face in the tub
yo, does this mic have a battery
it would probably have to recharge 10 times to hand my
nigga it i ain't plannin a hook
my rhymes are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my
that's why i spit like fire in words
i gotta rhyme on a mic or the wire would burn
mad nigga's chill without he best
yo the way you can hang with me is with a rope to your neck
and you wonder when imam stop
nigga i an't gonna stop till the ak ain't able to
till your blood able to spill
i got so many bodies on my waste the government made me a
just so i could bury them all
i so many visits to the grave that i had to mary the morgue
did you hear? had to the morgue
i cut your fans hands off so you can't get a round of
i want a whip could level the ground
and if you old to the game, best believe imam you down
except it ain't gonna be with a
it's gonna be with a
if i can't bust a (?) in a
i'm a hungry man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach
then put a key of in your wounds to numb it
to spit a verse i wrote it's a grope of hard liquor
nigga it'll burn throat
give you pains that spaz you out
eat you the inside so the doctors had to drag you out
gag em out
you ain't real, you a fag who (?)
i know a that will bag your spouse
get you shot in an hour or
shower vest
(?) big bites that devour your
i can see that a game to you
you shouldn't play a nigga that's better more flame than you
more clicks, more frames you
real, more ill, more will, more brains than you
the only thing i an't got is fame than you
but a 400 shot 12 will do
can't do it, imam page boo
catch her late
spit game, tell that to beg for food
pitch you (?) something that won't make ya
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that ain't half of what imam do
tie you up on the couch seal till your face is blue
have your whole fam you
and to think, that's a gram nigga, pictures an 8th could do