Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers kitty liver
my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
With reteric for you relics
(The buffalo fake the nigga sweeper)

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

Boogie funked out panty stainer
Ghetto to get TV reception with a coat hanger
me
(It's the words man)
Fake for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the person don't even try it

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
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

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
Ready to
the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing,
and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a kill her? I'm blasting
None of like Danskin
caskets chromed

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

Bitch, niggaz roll pigeons
So if you claiming than it
And be about the
It's WC and I your mama

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

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all rider, original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks
Looking for a launch that mini mat
And that's a hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought
Ditching your block live while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, it or keep stepping
Come on, the breeze

What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so
We all area codes, they need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break shit to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the under the Dub
Swanging, orders to chickens and thugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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