Luyện nghe bài hát 619 Hoodlumz

61 to the 9 the city of
Got running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for fame
Mad 'cause a got a lock on the game
What a shame you the gangster that you claim to be
If you're really balling why the fuck you hate on me
Low Pro Homey I'm a gangster
Amici Krazy motherfucker, quick to bank you
And shank you the ice pick
'cause fat motherfucker claims to have a whole album off my old shit
It's cold shit, but fuck it
I'ma let this fat fuck make a ducket
So don't get it twisted thinking he owns something
Presents The Mayhem Clique cost me nothing
All I wanted was a little bit of money
That flip a key money, you wanna talk funny

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From the youngest to the
Hottest to the
From the to the boldest
I'm the sickest and you this
I make a motherfucker fold when I throw shit at you

You say you're this, you say you got that
Then homey cock your strap and show me where heart at
Tricky spark blunt and let these motherfuckers know
We can have a gun fight or we go toe to toe
No furies in this young Southsider
San Diego rider, getting tighter
Fool step aside, between me and him
wanna trip then it's us against them
That's the way men it, can you hang
I put in work with real soldiers, faggot you to phone bang
You know the name, Mr. Shadow all up in
Been trick you need to mind your own business
I got your at the top of the list
For being a bitch and your lips like it ain't shit
You get hit in the ribs with the
you ain't a G, in the streets you get no love

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Already let the world know the acting, yapping
Now I gotta talk about your
You say you're Worldwide, Coast to Coast
Fool I'm still the and requested the most
You serve one day and post bail, scared of a
'cause you that they'll get you for the stories you tell
How you're riding in them low-lows, out with cholos
Banging puffing dodo really you're rolling solo
a lot of shit but you never do nothing
Bitch you gotta have a clip to start dumping
Got your heart pumping, skipping a
You diabetic you ain't fucking with me
I stay heated, weeded, not guilty's I pleaded
You call the comp and album 'cause my name is what you
So be it, but fool you need to
Stop talking out neck on the phone woofing shit

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