Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

"cos no who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

[lord

You like to the lead, well get your face fed
I'm done, you rather suck on pencils
Here the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta
Now brothers talk shit and can't it
That's why I had to fit em with a full jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know all it takes
the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast)
Just before he die, i'ma him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he he was big enough to try
The muthaphuckin the o-to the d
I told ya couple times the gods must be crazy
But ya listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya can't me
Now tell me is anybody else
I put my ak back on the shelf
Cos I put in like job corps
Niggas shit and get jerked and robbed for
Their by a knife or a gun
So ya see me comin, nigga, run

"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

x]

Somebody's dead, a whole crowd
The cops ain't even come yet, money's dead in the
called his people and they come downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin cos money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is closed-casket
And ol' aunt faith, her baby
My moms know the time so she send me down to alabama
I gotta cousin, says got some friends
She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from
She tried to gas me up, I her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't
my moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay
My crew I'm so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, that by the cruel
And my crew from courtland ave. always say set it off
And if I choose, who's might die
And if they don't die, they won't be able to
Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy
"cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"

"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"

[lord

Well hey muthaphuckaz, the dread with the 9
Lead to the head of you devils, now bedtime
I said I'm not the to be playin out
I'll your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the
you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame
Niggas' nuts, I had to em up and use my name loose
Some silly goose, we be on the subway
He gets no cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the
So I elect to come direct and disect some
My nigga the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you your fuckin trap cos you was who i's fuckin at
I got you at the chrome like a nipple
The way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

x]

And I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up moms
Ran and got the arms, from the mattress
My little man satan got in his jacket
Let me get to work and I'll the swarm
My man a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my people me well
Bring it to em x, and we'll the weight
Run and get the mac from the ave. location
Bronx location, wit a extra bag of
Plus I want it tight and I play that much
So I'll have all the and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo money, she wasn't
You just got mad, ya got videotape
So the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear
"cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"

"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"see I had to em" "punk muthaphucka"
"cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"
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