Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

You niggas what's up nigga
Don't play nigga

Banks, what's up
go time homie

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas can't match what I
Boy, I'm great
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The couple I would make with the MAC on my waist
I could send a package upstate and have you in the face
you was safe while behind the wall (huh)
You vagina (pussy)
Have you poked inside the yard, youngin slidin off (haha..)
Before the signin, I wore designer, y'all
Dog, I swear we cut a different kind of cloth (facts)
I'm kinda off, wig shot, your brains fly the street
When I fire off the heat, I'm ridin off
Goin to get my dick inside a loft (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. of my cigar (smokin)
Don't call my if you ain't tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I inspire (HAHAHHH..)
I provided y'all with classics, dropped the hardest tape '94
But I out supplyin raw
Okay, I get it, my is twisted
But considerin my image, what nigga spit it the way I spit it?
Think about it, wait a minute... (haha)
I had to you time to think of a name
Cause it might a minute
When I Reject 2, I made a statement with it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see what's with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of your fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it he played with Emmitt
it, I'm one of the greatest with it, huh
I the bar, flick the razor leave your face with scars
in your place and all that money in your safe is ours
You rap niggas safe at all
My youngin takin niggas chains at the
And then we off
Empty the sticks like 50 is sprayin off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh

[Hook: Lloyd
Uh, you know where the we from, nigga
like a murder one.. (pap pap..)
It's the niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and flares

[Verse 2: Lloyd
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom
Wrong!
switched, my circle so small I'm standin' out of it (damn)
Episodes of a giant, hand me my
Steal off the table bet he won't a family to count it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your baby a
Limbs knocked off counterparts
known for breakin' mama hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the flip
Cruisin, collectin' Confederate to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be shit, I'm hearing ghosts
Seein' my folks my feelings broke (uhh)
successful will bring 'em to tears faster
Keep your.. threats off the wire, out's my Fear Factor
Uh.. 30 rounds for square rapper
The hand of God off the vertical, rear'll ya (uhh)
Shot at me but I felt a thing, my diamonds freezin'
Hate allergic, Valentino handkerchief for (yeah)
Drippin' passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from but po'-lice
balance cold nights
Life's a gamble, be damned I don't dice
I'm ten toes spike, as my show price (uhh)
I bet a semi clear out all the petty vibes
It like a Shepherd, bite (bike) like Pennywise (uhh)
Them cruel of grim chronic and Henny eyes
Ghoul and envy cries for cowards in disguise
I your card, make 'em look at you awkward after
Run around on my shit, shittin' and toss it at ya
I was meant to be on in era, too off for master
Lash your back your own whip
by stronger laughter (yeah)
Look in my eyes and see the of success
The of a hundred real niggas here in the flesh
From the off the mountain top I was mesmerized
for maniacs, chain-reacts and the ghetto fried

[Hook: Banks]
Uh, you where the fuck we from nigga
like a murder one
It's the real niggas
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

3: Benny]
Yo, in my we got foul habits, .40 cal packers
Hustlers plow and trap in a wild fashion
Til chase us around backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a cabinet
I'm Louie'd in that brown fabric, this watch I bought to drown sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the counter then we baggin'
The dollar stackin', I can see them numbers
Hustlers count
I'm comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing like these cross
I can't where the flow got us
I the whole profit, got a plan with rock like the Globetrotters
We straighten beef out and fold
But I'm still humble the days
We ate the bread with the 'round it
And this a you will never feel, flow impressive still
And I better when the pressure build
Single readin' hustlers, stretchin' meals
She fed us with the cash for the bill (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, mouth still
I hit the just to chill, like the old days, catch a feel
You see, this paper change a nigga demeanor (seen it)
I it take dreamers and make 'em into believers (uh huh)
Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up Ace in the Beamer
But first you relate to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!