Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at volume
Preferably in a residential

Now I'ma kick up
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya face get up
When I up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get with the swiftness
If you think you're swift then forget Merry
Now stuff in your stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out their 'n'
'Cause is rocking
Breaking em to the slab
em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak a motherfucking paddle
that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than a
Or a pebble, take it from the rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other
You think you got pull pull it!
I got the trigger so I you'll bite the bullet
Then the dust and what the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is
The bubble or choose some trouble,
So to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

(Some cool shit, some shit)

I no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the back?
Pushing packs to a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and my pops, kid
I'm living like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the
young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega some niggas so first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst this
motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the I'm leaving
wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I whip your ass
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and me tag her
Pulling like a stunt
Sold an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a on crack
And I'm strapped witta milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off
Deadly as Jason on Friday The

Back in the days, they use to scrap
But now in '92, they pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and to loot
Execute, boom, black soldier
to teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, RB to the motherfucking X
Flex styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac a gat
See nowadays niggas is that
I pull my trigger back, the go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night shoot
It's like
Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your
Anytime ya step my hood
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the
Here comes the white
Mr. Coroner with some yellow tape
But the murderers
Outtie 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's a G thing