Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Bar Blackout

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100 bar yo uh

I set the sirens off every time i step in the
if you get the feds you better put a to me
i want metal that will turn your vest in debris
blow you away like the drown your ass in the sea
sink you lower than the
so many is benched
it's like a man no legs i can't stand it
cats is pussy might as well come with a wig
get your some d cups and try to change to ya fig
i run with my niggas yo we tag team hoes
your crew get on the stage it's like a drag queen show
except yawl ain't got no wigs or
and yawl front like you till you see a gun in your shirt
it only take a shot to put one in the dirt
and you better hope it miss one of them nerds
cuz the is getting better, ya heard?
had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, shit for
you probably wondering if i'm or not
only one way to find out nigga but a thing to my top
and if you wonder what a piece do
i bust in ya boo, make her offer you to breathe or move
i act wild when i bang, d's a fool
but if your chick see me, be leaving you
i take you to the strip and show you a g can do
i want burners so hot make you heat the
ice that will make the bride leave the groom
make jakes, stakes with a fleet and scoop(?)
i'm so cold i be making niggas heat tombs
and hop in with the to meet they doom
you gotta be the one who made me to this kid
fuck with that will make a nigga's nostrils bleed
you see me when you got a doc cold in your palm
and a priest on arm that could leave you to God
i've been since the day i was born
doctors had to me in my arms just for keeping me calm
why i build a tolerance for the drugs
air packs and hollow tips to your mug spill your on the rug
slice your wrists up just so i can play with blood
and like d (?) spill your in the tub
yo, does mic have a battery pac?
it would probably to recharge 10 times to hand my raps
nigga fuck it i plannin a hook
my rhymes are so hot, i gotta put a fan in my book
that's why i spit like it's fire in
i gotta rhyme on a cordless mic or the would burn
mad nigga's wanna chill without he
yo the only way you can hang me is with a rope to your neck
and you probably when imam stop
nigga i an't stop till the ak ain't able to drop
till your blood aint to spill
i got so many bodies on my the government made me a field
so i could fuckin bury them all
i paid so many visits to the that i had to mary the morgue
did you hear? had to the morgue
i cut your fans hands off so you get a round of applause
i want a whip that could the ground
and if you old to the game, believe imam setting you down
except it gonna be with a wife
gonna be with a knife
if i can't a (?) in a night
i'm a little man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach
put a key of coke in your wounds to numb it
to spit a verse i wrote it's like a grope of liquor
nigga it'll burn throat
give you stomach that spaz you out
eat you the inside so the doctors had to drag you out
gag em out
you real, nigga you a fag who (?)
i know a chick that will bag spouse
get you shot in an or less
your vest
(?) big bites that devour flesh
i can see that it's a to you
you play with a nigga that's better more flame than you
more clicks, more frames you
more real, ill, more will, more brains than you
the thing i an't got is more fame than you
but a 400 12 gauge will do
do it, imam page your boo
catch her late
game, tell that chick to beg for food
pitch you (?) something won't make ya move
you up to a tech, and a (?)
that ain't even half of imam do
tie you up on the seal blows till your face is blue
have your whole fam you
and to think, that's a gram nigga, what an 8th could do