Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market

(voice)
The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground.
the fury.

i put my in my pocket
they jingle cuz full of change
and sometimes being make
your straight
but i got a grip on myself
so i avoid being played like
an elf
bust a side her in the head
then watch all of yoke come
out his egg
im tryin to the grips that
dont let me hit this
cuz if i hit this dick ima
me a
it(inhale,cough), bang bang,

5 minutes later the cops
im settin up shop for the

so if i aim at your ass you a

told you that i come, but i

though im bay still
scramblin the brains
if you gotta go we go i like
the 6'4
im GTA's it aint yours no

then i em to strip it down
and leave but the frame
then im sell my cousin the
thangs
cop a and turn it over like a

mo money mo money for black

on the black market, x4

creepin, move swiftness in
the
there aint no stoppin a nigga

it aint new,up under the
sun for and days
under the moon is i was born
and
and doomed for life, this aint no

i love it mothafuckas in the night
and up ready to make his
mark target
hooked up black market
now peep
shit deeper and deeper, the
doomstown grim and P-I-T
platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
we do yo ass in just for fun
15 in yo ass bitch
take it and love it but i aint talkin no dick
14 suns and moons somthin you can
on the 15th marks my day for doom
buck em and fuck em with productions
eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin with my
you find ass dead in a graveyard
and ima on my way

well if you see me chewin baby lowk
would ya
i when that teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin pussy clit
i make ya but its that season so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6
i fiend for dead on my dick
i got the skits meanin i dont give a fuck yo biatch
that nigga thats from the block killin up cock so nigga..shiat
baby barbeque and guts and uh
dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts,
get ate out a dank and crooked teeth hurt
i pulled tampax string out and straight couldnt work
it wouldnt work that sicc
so a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit
and have you murderin your bitch
ive been key for 20 minutes and like killin on that nilla nilla
its that infant
aint the mr doc D double O M
in heat
niggas im gone, i need another dose of human
i lift the creed, and market death by the scene
as that nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep

we on the black market x4

you let yo eyes my fo-fo
and notice curve and my strap
as the tears roll
flash of life as you to black
if that gat all up in yo face
of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith
replaced, it down to the south
get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo
its crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
and whats worse, nigga ya for the fuck of it, yeah!
knew id be the one to have you back on my hand
back with the mag!
that life wont last
keep listening while i get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that nail in ya neck watch ya ass choke
no hope no joke im safe from all day
all im askin for your mothafuckin grip in
one to the in the throat, out the skull
from the big chrome gat, cat release yourself
now ya niggas
one dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
death when they suck