Luyện nghe bài hát Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks

[rock] son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs son (what? )
bwoy] asshole, asshole, asshole!
[rock] there's six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner son
(aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappin, kickin n shit
Can't tell these niggaz they hype
They smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs son
set it on these niggaz son
[ruck] yo i'ma be there man, I'm gettin dressed now
[rock] these have no idea son, check it check it

one: rock, ruck

And one time for your mind, one for the snitch droppin dime
Me wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine
Glock diss, rocky, mountain, from my
Fountain of youth through my brain pounded
So don't be found in my
If you who sparsky is, then you don't know who dutch is
Don't get kid, we cause ruckus
And rock mad while we at it who's the first up
To see blackness like the

Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for
Live and with a nine tenth that's that nigga from heltah skeltah
Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of ruck
My mind on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
Girls demand me, mad bitches I the
you hand me till the judge remand me (what)
Can we, get like rodney, and rock please
Put these niggaz in they place cause you cocky

I, be the drama bringer wringer of a neck
Wrecker of a set I shots with a steel tec
Wussy, where's all them suckers tracks bout they rnrin
(they heard us comin and turned to stars, check it)
I be, sloppy, I be rotc
I rock heads bedrock to yugoslav-ia
you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes
Find that fine, or in to behind
Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot
Like screwface, I in the mood to bash your in
Devils does know who I am, madman from heltah
Mr. flipster, rock, of sam

As the world turns in my search for
I the God in life, for some insight
Freaky like a golden shower when my golden
Hit instrumentals get influential like powell, now
Fuck the world, stick my dick in the
Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain't like levert
Expert when I my lyrics like a rebel
cause the devil never take me to that next level
It's never humble in jungles
When you slang rocks and ricans in back with bundles
Some may wonder, the these two men do, torment you
Lyrical landlord, fuckin rent due

Clans, posses, crews and
All bitch niggaz can suck my dick
Kliks, posses, and clans
Can't none of y'all niggaz with me and my man

Verse rock, ruck

Aiyyo, for the, shots I pop
Two's for the anti-real snakes I and dropped
for the irrational ruck, bitch!
I be rock and the for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop
Ask me how foul I am, you know damn well
It was me that hit your bitch up in my van
Too plexed your grand-pops then corn I pop shit
You can't flush, fuckin with us you're smacked with spit
Who square with rock me I break you
Tree times worse dan a bumba claat do
Heltah skeltah is hectic hit the deck then
If you hear your neck click
See this center, but really no basketball
I do my shootin with a mac you fall
To the floor, ogc hit up that come through the door
Recognize heltah mean war

So what's the reason for the treason, you wanna die
My mind crucify those who try to
God cipher devine bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude with the instead of my nine (hah)
Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand
Man chill, might end up in a
Stand still, nigga you know the
Glocks clickin from niggaz who got pots to piss in
I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes
Me and rock is tight (there'll never be no fist fights)
You're lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich
Who sniff coke, now bitch broke ain't no misquote
I spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom
Like cyclops I spot fly shots with ill
to none son so it fuckin seem
Savages get sewn the fuck up shots to they spleen

Chorus: 4x