Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

[Sean
The first verse is the
Like why the fuck they call you Jesus Price,
And you curse in
Napoleon complex, earth your Lurch
a hook, nigga, earth my turf
Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, Malachai off
Had to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine
Silverback Sean's happy on songs, I ain't
Just you listening wrong, listen
diesel niggas smoking on crack, Tony Atlas
Flash forward flowing, ? you baskets?
I mastered the style and mastered the
I the fair one then blast a round wit the pound
Sean is the best, ya'll is the opposite, pa
Shut the up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet
I put a in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen

[Chorus:
This that hard body shit, pump shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all
If you dealing with bricks, then we take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we take it
But if you wit tips, ma, then shake it
Cuz my is in this bitch, and that's crazy

It's the five foot gorilla the mind of a killa
Killing every in sight, murdered by ya mirror
Ill of protectin ya face
Bitches tucking in they necklace I step in the place
Niggas acting like they hard, but soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, they walk by, hello
I know, I was you, was hoping I fall
Like a pair of over shorts, no, not at all
I'm not the one, but I got two
And if you need me to add on more, I it through
Cuz I got a for niggas who say they ain't scared
Go for your gun, I let my mac ten ya hair
With a style, I call presto change-o
When the in the chamber, I press it to change, yo
Right back atcha, with the and bat atcha
Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was to

Flood]
This that hard shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger,
This ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, shake it
Cuz my niggas is in bitch, and that's crazy

Juxxe]
Yeah, burn a good tree from the yard,
make you lick shots pon de squad, then
I rock wit that bang bang boogie
Stomp through hot blocks with that thang wit me
It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash
Bust bullets, blast tazers, razors
Say my rap sheet is longer than my sheet
niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beat
Crack in the of the eighties
Produced inner city hood crack babies
Bird niggas like a chicken with his throat slit
But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this shit
Never slip, off and blowing your back off
Niggas is wack soft, we your track off
Never got a pack off, the jack off
let the latch off and pop ya cap off

[Chorus:
that hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas the party up over a bitch, shit
This that shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all
If you with bricks, then we gon' take it
And if you with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you wit tips, ma, then shake it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and crazy