Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gangbang

This should be at high volume
Preferably in a residential

Now I'ma up dust
As I begin to
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't
When I pick up I lick up, ya get smacked up
I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get with the swiftness
If you think you're swift then Merry Christmas
Now stuff in your stocking
I'm em out the box 'n'
em out their sock 'n'
'Cause Robin is
Breaking em down to the
Taking em down on ass
Now what you do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a paddle
Rattle brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can it to that other level
You think you got then pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and what the
Do what I must and what I is bust
The bubble or choose trouble, forty-due's
So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is through

(Some shit, some cool shit)

I fears no one, I makes em cool off a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the rolling
Pushing packs to a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to art so the faggots
This black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst this
Chewing motherfuckers up a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, the lyrics I'm leaving
Rough flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half
Ya quick to shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash,
I stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pulling steel a stunt
Sold an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a track on
And I'm strapped witta 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 they pull they
'Cause, umm, them come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and to loot
Execute, boom, black soldier
to teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the X
wicked styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac a gat
See nowadays is like that
I pull my trigger back, the go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Row
it, niggas going wild, every night they shoot
It's like
Maybe you get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my
But do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the
Here the white sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked some yellow tape
But the murderers
like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but just a G thing