Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, what happens you combine
The darkness the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and to expel
This hell inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, that right up my alley
you right up the alley

With a gun fixin' to you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' with my
I roll a gang of go getters
And ghouls and them gorillas

Who be quick to put the or the gauge
To the gut of one of niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, deliver you
These rigorous bullets, it's so and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

with niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of
You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of
So if you ever get the to just motion forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new perspective on who the y'all
You just can't one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

leave me alone 'cause I represent
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' down
Came buckin', spittin' gritty competition, what a pity

You ain't fuckin' it then put ya stash down
at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you ya female, uh
You was shit nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya and ya new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope y'all can bloody up the vest all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or where the be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't to be said
Code red got beef with the feds

Put three in ya from the street full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, fled
When ya sleep, nigga dead

Why you on the back block, in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and her
And Killa done fucked her in love the chick
The was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the slick
5th in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin'
And this and pause and this likeness
I can it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

Don't take off ya vest, all my
you jump off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the is the ultimate adrenaline rush

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk