Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, people like mugilla
the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your you smelly Funkadelic
With Funkadelic for you relics
(The buffalo fake the street sweeper)

The Grim grim reaper
I'm a Don Magic Juan, off that sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I on
You had tights on like you had on

Boogie banga out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception a coat hanger
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake comedy for my accident done on
to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the third person even try it

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
Ready to
the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing,
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
anybody kill her? I'm blasting
None of them Danskin
caskets chromed

Put my L.A. throat on
It's on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather, in
Strolling the vengeance
And when I make that gun

Bitch, roll like pigeons
So if you than brang it
And be the drama
It's WC and I your mama

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Nigga way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, bang hand glider
up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch mini mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back material
Never, scraped off numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block when while you work
'Cause it ain't no repping
Either you or not, cock it or keep stepping
Come on, the breeze

What, y'all know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all codes, they need this, real Gs
thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the under the Dub
Swanging, giving to chickens and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to niggaz that can see me
For I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't with it if you masturbated

Niggaz test me, I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than bang they hood
I through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so much heat I make the Devil run for
This ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck T
Mess and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A female in Burberry
up money from the commissary
Don't fuck with

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Vaboom, he's back to in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, T
on, swang on