Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high
Preferably in a residential

Now kick up dust
As I to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you trust
I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you just pack up
Or get slapped with the
If you think you're swift forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your
I'm em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out their 'n'
'Cause Robin is
em down to the slab
Taking em on their ass
Now you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing than a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other
You think you got pull then it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll the bullet
Then bite the and what the fuck
Do I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble,
So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is through

(Some cool shit, cool shit)

I no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the back?
Pushing to make a profit
Diggy dope on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm living large like a fat
So get back, bitch, I'm to broke art so the faggots
young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega some niggas so who's first to
say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this
Chewing up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the I'm leaving
Rough flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half
Ya quick to talk I whip your ass nigga
So me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya and watch me tag her
Pulling steel like a
like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a on crack
And I'm witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on Friday The

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