Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, happens when you combine
The with the light?

Yeah, I am than compelled and honored to expel
This hell inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, bullshit right up my alley
you right up the alley

With a gun fixin' to kill you I feel
You was the one with my family
I roll a gang of go getters
And them ghouls and gorillas

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
These rigorous bullets, so rivid and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

Fuckin' with you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and
That'll give you the
And in an instant be dimishin'

it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to motion forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas remember I got that potion
To your brain in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest y'all
You can't kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the if you bustin' my body up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me alone I represent
The known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a

You ain't fuckin' with it put ya stash down
at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya even if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to comin'
So I hope can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
I can all of y'all

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or where the be
Put it right all for
street, don't need to be said
Code red got beef with the feds

Put three in ya from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga
When ya sleep, nigga dead

Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack
Jackpot, ask not

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love with the
The slut was a threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and the crisis
Got the ammo and agility says rewind means growin' before
And this and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya

Don't take off ya vest, all my
Make you jump off the set and get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

I'll still up the trunk
Guns we get 'em and bust
the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the