Luyện nghe bài hát Messin' With My Cru

Messing my cru
with my cru
We kill you
We will you

You don't have a clue
(Clue)
What we to do
we came to do
You don't have a clue
we came to do
What we to do

Ha, I roll on doo like bamboo
Man listen, Aknel stay in like shampoo
There a man who can handle
Once I back slap you or you
Bullets in skin like a tatoo

Now back to reality, you as bad as me
I get down for my clan till they call me majesty
Nigga fat as me still fuck with
My stuck way up where her blatter be
But that matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi

tennis, you dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like
uh, got it sewn like a tailor
Float like a sailor, truck like a
with the [Incomprehensible]
All the I've done the like Australia

Straight you out, one call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a
I got for those dissing
This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip
I land one the hand gun

You could go ask and he'll tell you
I'm the man, son
My gun had bust many mans, many mans
Get swept the fuck off, there feet like pans
You get touched, man, with us man

with my cru
Messing my cru
We will you
We kill you

You don't a fucking clue
(Clue)
What we to do
we came to do
You don't a fucking clue
we came to do
What we to do

Ha, I'm like Elliot Ness
My will lay you down to rest
And bless you with Russell Simmons saint
And say thanks for out and God bless
Bow, fuck that bullet vest

I got hollow pistol leave you the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Aknel, you know I rock
I keep the gun point like fucking barbells
Who the want to touch this veteran

Murder is the medicine, fine stop the pedaling
Bullet in your brain leave head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying for exceteran ceteran, ceteran
But fuck that 'cuz you headed for a wake
I threw the gun in the lake, so they see me upstate

Now they don't a clue and shit
Around the way I see name written on the walls
Like in peace in you and shit
Your crew ain't doing shit
Your mom's about the city had you suing it

Ha, I got the name inbreded on the mack 11
send punk niggas on the highway to heaven
You want to see God hit you with seven
You to see God hit you with about seven
Like you in Pennsylvania, your blood straight redden
Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to a fear one
I might my hands like Macarena

Messing my cru
with my cru
We will you
We will you

You have a fucking clue
(Clue)
What we to do
we came to do
You don't have a clue
What we to do
What we to do

with my cru
Messing my cru
We kill you
We kill you

You have a fucking clue
(Clue)
we came to do
What we to do
You don't have a fucking
we came to do
What we to do