Luyện nghe bài hát Knockin Heads Off - Jadakiss

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

Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came
But I put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm in the South
This is evil in the trenches and everybody
So to get the money right we put the on the benches
"Down Bottom" like the ol' days
Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the every slug gotta catch
When you to war every thug got his match
SS baby, Impala with the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones my pack in it
like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong to style with
My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile
what

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

[Lil'
We lettin' it go
go ho
We it go nigga
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 give a 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 when the beat breakdown and shit
up, what's up
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this
Now this I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the niggas and ladies out there, OK
Y'all to repeat after me, right now
I ain't of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no
I ain't scared of in ya motherfuckin' click
Man that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that man
Man fuck shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, that shit

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

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