Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

[Lil'
Come on, OK
Motherfucker, y'all who it is
Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' Side Booooyz
I got my Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin'
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, on

Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just home
But I still put the in ya mouth
know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
This is evil in the trenches and starvin'
So to get the money right we put the deisel on the
"Down Bottom" like the ol' days
Fuckin' with the corn ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip slug gotta catch
When you goin' to war every thug got his
SS baby, blue Impala the mack in it
Big cup with rhinestones with my pack in it
like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style
My motherfuckin' problem to with
Nigga

We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' off yeah
We heads off, yeah
We heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off
You go nigga
go ho
You wanna go
go ho
You wanna go
go ho
You go nigga
go ho
What...what...what...what...what

[Lil'
We it go nigga
go ho
We lettin' it go
go ho
We it go nigga
go ho
What...what...what...what...what
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
We our...fuckin'...click up
We a fuck if you don't...like us
We our...fuckin'...click up
We a fuck if you don't...like us
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
We'll...shut the...club
If y'all...niggas...wanna
We'll...shut the...club
Bitch...say...something now

[Lil'
Whaaaat....Whaaaaat
Y'all know when the breakdown and shit
up, what's up
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in biiiitch
Now this what I want niggas to do, what's up
All the real niggas and out there, OK
Y'all need to repeat after me, now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no
I scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya click
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit

[Lil'
Yeah, BME ho, we up out bitch
Ruff Ryders ho, up
But we leave
I let my nigga tell you his name

I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you at
I knock off ya head a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a nigga
Call up Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the 30-30's out
I you I'm a menace y'all
I got enough guns to fill up the Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin'
Guns sparke a lot
Hustlin' family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't gon' try us
I'll leave you a hole daddy
And for the fact I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be in the old Caddy
- motherfucker