Luyện nghe bài hát Illa Noyz

You didn't know so let it my slang bang ya
Crews move to my tunes before the
Consider it
Mongol slay it, play a like a perfect stranger

and plain give me the lane-ah
Catch the beat like grand
My is mad smooth
platoon since the rise of the black moon

Since you assume, you've seen my sun
And O.G.C you notice me with Heltah Skeltah
Wack blinding
from mine, charged for man slaughtering at times

The Bucktown
Flow a swan with rhymes, who you be the Illa?
You feel me in your inner I deliver deadly postmen
I'm holding, hold up an understatement
When the beats break it ain't no faking

I'm more them FBI guys with the rude
Further contemplation may to some titles being taken
When it's you're facing
placed in a stressful situation

And it does, sound ill like in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville
Yeah, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville

I am
(Here we go)
T A W, L Sean, here to trouble to
Phony MCs I slap 'em up my pistol
Try to fuck with Ruck feel the heat from the

What's the The issue is the topic at hand
Niggas rip and say shit when the shot in my hand
Got the upper hand man, sift through the knowledge
God cipher divine rhymes will shine like

Demolish, I'll do that
Abolishing funny cats with them wack acts
that has been fact
The underdog from the underground leaves you're face

Like a back massage
Or police a bogus charge
I'm pulling card
To scar is my
(Yo it be)

See you don't have your sheet for this test
So take a
And become the one to a rational move upon, you gone
this Boot Camp bomb

And it does, sound ill like in Brownsville
Yes, it does, ill like noise in Brownsville
Yeah, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like noise in

Yo, who is this dufis? Thinking he
your toothless, now you sound and look stupid
You get your head spun around like a screw
For being the only girl in the full of men like smurf Edna

Little blue bitch a foul, fuck your mama
Smack her if she never warned you about a bombita time-ah
I ain't ya boys-ah, that's a fair one ask Illa Noyz
(Yup, yup, yup)
And my little nephew I break toys

The Boot phantoms amp son
Some of this mantel brothers with anthems
Cheaters want me like them clothes
But home info stuck inside your congest like common cold
When I'm on mode

Son Rampage the stage after a Spliff Star
Lord Have when I Bust them rhymes bar after bar
See my mind spread, Its no a hobby
Don't try me but I put that ass to beds so a Javi

And it does, sound ill like noise in
Yes, it does, sound ill noise in Brownsville
Yeah, it does, sound ill like noise in
Yes, it does, sound ill like noise in

And it does, sound ill like noise in
Yes, it does, ill like noise in Brownsville
Yeah, it does, sound ill noise in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville

And it does, sound ill noise in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like noise in
Yeah, it does, ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill noise in Brownsville

And it does, sound ill noise in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville
Yeah, it does, ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes, it does, sound ill like in Brownsville