Luyện nghe bài hát Hand On My Nutsac

I got my hand on my nutsac burnin the stage
In a motherfuckin' rage, a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard
Fuck around and holdin' that jar, Cool

Yep, that's me on the mic-a
Nova, happy to strike niggas a viper
Who the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long,

I got more flavor than a truck of Snickers
Ya punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, it
That's how it go when ya with a proper
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it

Coolio and I'm down to blast
Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I his ass
curse me but they can't hurt me
When I'm dirt, that's why I show no mercy

I flips the scripts and the dips when I rips
And rock the house for the Bloods and Crips
Danger, danger, ol' gangsta,
dogs on the

40 and the band with a plan to make some stops
Niggas die on the street but they don't play
Or 21 gun salute, ain't cahoots
My name Alex Haley but I still got roots

I bang, bang, to the air, now ya dead
It was a black and white thang but now blue and red
This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more a Blackman
Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya

Niggas on the top and you deserve nothin'
They fightin' punks, their rags is fucked, shouldn't even be bumpin'
Suckas play the 'cause I'm dope when I rap
And my hand's on my motherfuckin' and it's like that

It's time for me to step so I'm steppin' in
I was born a thief so ya I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga wanna test me but he best me
Buck, buck to the and I guess you're deathly

Now I gotta treat ya a sucka
'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk
Coolio but you can me Boo
I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme is doo-doo

Ass, feces, you wanna see me
With a flashlight 'cause I that ass
to the motherfuckin' homies
And you you can't hold me or throw me, so blow me

How many niggas must I stick before you get my
And fully not to fuck with this
I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and her
One night stand and once again a loner

'Cause I won't be played out, out, laid out
She only it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be by a lame ass dame
Keep my in my pockets 'cause I'm hip to ya game

Hoes be actin' like they me but they only wanna fuck me
And suck me but don't me
Back up off me hooker 'cause I be taken
Go find you another motherfucker, you can it

I gots to keep these niggas like ping-pong
And hit 'em like King Kong, they singin' the song
93 is the year and yes I'm gettin'
Gave a shot to the 121 they my niggas

Scotty B shotgun, boom, he got one
Only God knows if he'll a hot one
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, in the back
And my hand's on my motherfuckin' nutsac and it's that

I got my on my nutsac, na na na na na na
I got my on my nutsac, na na na na na na
I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na and it's like