Luyện nghe bài hát Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (REMIX)

"Cos no matter who you are, you're catchin bullets, god"

[Lord

You like to taste the lead, get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather on pencils
comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta
Now brothers talk shit and back it
That's why I had to fit em with a full metal
his cap once cos I know it's all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big to try
the G-to the O-to the D
I ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy
but ya listen, so now ya on a mission
to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya stops me
Now me is there anybody else
before I put my AK on the shelf
Cos I put in like Job Corps
talk 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 formed
The cops even come yet, Money's dead in the street
Somebody his people and they come downstairs screamin
Six girls wild cos Money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even the .44 lick
Dead quick, the is strictly closed-casket
And ol' Faith, her baby fingerpaints
My Moms know the time so she wanna me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says she's got some
She says they fuckin, I could get away from buckin
She tried to gas me up, I her sex is everywhere
and sex is but a word, it ain't I ain't heard
Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to
My crew I'm believin so it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, live by the cruel
and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say set it off
And if I choose, somebody might die
and if don't die, they won't be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy
"Cos no matter who you are, you're still 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, it's the with the 9
Lead to the of you devils, now it's bedtime
I said I'm not the nigga to be out
I'll leave body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked
Get hit by a dread fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip out his contents
Spill your guts when I ya up with the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name
silly goose, we be down on the subway
He no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, the masses
So I elect to come direct and some asses
My nigga the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who I's at
I got you suckin at the chrome like a
The way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

X]

And then I on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from the mattress
My little man got somethin in his jacket
Let me get to work and release the swarm
My man a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my raise me well
Bring it to em X, and we'll the weight
Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave.
Bronx location, wit a extra bag of
I want it tight and I don't 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 got mad, ya girl got videotape
So the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear
"Cos no matter who you are, you're still 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 who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
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