Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
Part 2, happens when you combine
The darkness with the

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

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

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your niggas and it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

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

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

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore brain in a bag and give 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 you see how the fuck I feel
To me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone Capone

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

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

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

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

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

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

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And when 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 bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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

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

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

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you jump off the set and get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck,

I'll still up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to his opposition chest kick up
And when 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 bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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