Luyện nghe bài hát Hit A Muthafucker

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I bet you
Hit a motherfucker hit a (Bitch)
Hit a hit a motherfucker
I bet you
a motherfucker push a motherfucker (Hoe)
Push a motherfucker push a
I bet you

This no game we bring the pain
So don't you trip
Fallin the club all them thugs
And five clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all shit
We cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin a gun
We out so them thangs
Don't hit white
Any why the fuck act you crazy man
We know you niggas some hoes
You let our hang

(??)
And let me you mind up
Want to get you cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business we run
You may not cap to the s's
we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and mega plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks stop
My nigga gotta a deep breathe
A keep till they drop

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(??)
We ain't to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push to the floor
Put foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get
Crush crush, we got it buck (The Three 6)
And when the shows over I want to see (??) nothing but
On the floor and got no Three 6 (Surprise)

(??)
I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something that nigga
I his name was Cruchy Blac
But I walk up to his house, I knocked his door
When he to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I him on the floor
I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be all of ya'll
tear around your throat and drag you like you want

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(Gangsta Boo)
Why to at my face
Why you behind my back
Hitting you you down when I (??) to attack
Never be fade
Cause lady roll with right click
Now I'm shit
me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn
hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for your
haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some under sheets, hold your breathe

(??)
(...??...)
See I call up then operator tellin me they
was stressed with you up on that that I'm hell
Looking out
See you telling always who freezy's always shells
(...??...)
How she cares bout' her hair
Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe

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