Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

[fatal -
O.n.s. in this fucker
We got the in this mother fucker
The pentagon in this fucker

1 - fatal]
Around these
You know these hot
Cock till you
All you wanna-be
You wanna see shots
I beef with the police
Beat what the do to me
all new to me
I'll on you like puberty
You don't see the bad image
Of this
From here to east
Through state with a sentence
Frozen in a couther
Six plates to ya
On due we cruise
Right by the state
I'm drinkin with sal
I thinkin 'bout al
Ricardi coverin my
At the when I wow
I bag a or two
This but a for you
I got bodies than drew
I mine naughty or new
Fuck crew
This type of we do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world
This fatal dawg against (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this you never fuckin heard
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these
That shit we don't got be that shit we take

[verse 2 - x]
the merciless x
Like
as a falcon
How many shots I left depressed in your
I wasn't
But back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, the weapon loaded
Let the next
Get with this merciless omen
The coldest crome to your
and holdin it's own
Let the announce my ferocity
Twist spacious
For haters me
your block an atrocity
Break you down
doctors see, what the topic be
Drama through your
my two through your school of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of your
We captives, no conclusions
Let the solve it
Evolve in this
We shootin and

- fatal]
Pass the
And let me it in the air (air)
Guns bust, fall
Niggaz don't care (care)
To my I swear
We ain't never playin (fair)
On the streets you can't
When the outlawz
I know it's rainin on block nigga (nigga)
You can't it
And prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)
You of did it
On a crash course chase of (yeah, death)
Still thuggin on the (yeah)
Cause we the last ones

[verse 3 - mac
I take this shit seriously
dirty gats with dope money
Atf can't with me
My be
All there
I'm my crotch
henne nigga
You're life or not
Thug life my
It don't
It's too hot
And I die I greet haze with glocks
Young crazy
Postin six in the mornin
On a to take the breath of my opponent
Them alls live
My cousins invite guns in crib
Honey I'm
Now you're gone
Your bitch sing them
Like baritones to the
When I saw her, I on her
Like I to
Now me what's funk without a mob year
And tell me what's a shrow a witness
I fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac be outlaws

4 - fatal]
Vocally
Your crew got enough
To go to clip
we shootin out on the strip
Cause I'm
I'll your
Chest your back with kastro
Oh you ain't
What the you walkin so fast for?
Is you with me or me
Don't run up on me and me
To have faggot ass bagged
a mother fuckin empty
And simply vengeance of
We gets a real
Let me your bitch
And me go and chill with her
On a no lie
Go me and die
Baby gated like a
On the side of me a nine
me
This shit makes circumstances much more
My murderous
Got shorties mischievous
Smokin em is the
The hard part is dealin the fact
That I it through rap
And gotta go to killin
Cause niggaz be illin
Wantin money for a or somethin
But you get nothin but when I be shootin somethin

[fatal -
Yeah, we y'all cause we outlaws
You better breakin it all
Tappin pocket and your jaw
In one swing
Merciless x, hussein, nigga
ain't no game
We re-arrange whole frame
Word is born, all niggaz better maintain
I leave a chain of stains
Represent, never
All we out for is fuckin presidents
What? hah, what? yeah, it ain't to find
Out with nicco and it's on
bombs like vietnam
What you want?
Fatal all seven
You better know we pledgin
And that's my word,
And I'm in on