Luyện nghe bài hát Raw Edge Bullshit

Sicx (with lynch):
Take a nigga like lynch head up with the bullshit, with tha nine
(while my gettin loaded off st. idez)
Never let a go jailbait,
The bounty fuck so wieghts, he don't trip off a my state
be that nigga that finds'em and greets'em,
Punks like will be the one that feeds ya.

Brotha lynch
We a drank, and let'em try to act grown
the 40 gone, to the head, so it's on....

To the crib, the fuckin motel shot,
30 bucks for a nut in a bitch, I not
And even if ya muthaphukkin grows phat, if I was you,
I'd say I use to pay for the fuckin claps,
That the little bitch ya,
But niggas'll never learn, split ya fuckin perm

lynch hung (with sicx):
Niggas on the triple bout it broke ass bitch, whos in it
(the sicx), and brotha lynch hung, we let a....
(bitch), be a (bitch), till use to it,
It ain't but some raw edge bullshit...

Chorus:(2x)

Hahaha bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop, ya average everyday straight proper bitch

Brotha (with sicx):
Lynch, it up smooth, the lynch with the muthaphukkin roll
Triple to the muthaphukkin , (sicx, the muthaphukkin dough)
And every bitch wanna with this,
And ounce to the bounce so grind no slang,
Brotha lynch hung, bitch I cant it no mo',
Put ya titties in the crack of the doe then open up
And everything I left it, you can either be mad,
Such and accept it.

I got a nut for a bitch, who be a who found one,
Same fuckin bitch the hand job...

Brotha lynch
Call me the brotha hung,
Never out the house,
Never off the dick, you don't like wsup?
let'em off the bitch,
Dont ever try and a sicx....

Get the and go!
The on the dice game,
A hand full of 10's and a full of cocaine,
But my dimes too small, so im'a grab my
And go for the brall,
A young ass wit a ol' man roll,
The gauges up 'cause the grinds too slow,
Still hittin with the tre and the 4,
The in the door with my nine held low,
The mobs loadin'em up,
Muthaphukkas better wsup,
Dont up punk! blam!
A for ya niggas that are use to it,
It ain't but some raw edge bullshit...

(2x)

Hahaha slum bitch you still
Ya don't stop, just ya average straight proper bitch

lynch hung (with sicx):
True lynch the brotha, (fuck'em all)
To the raw bullshit,
on the same ol' trip,
About the ol' bitch,
me and triple sicx,
Bound to make a everyother week,
Now nigga got beef punk you a bitch(bitch, too)!

Hit ya too hard with the raw bullshit,
Steady stressin with the sicx,
all I'm a creek thrilla,
Load'em up another killa,
Hittin niggas the cemy to the woomb,
Break'em and send'em bitchin, lynch!...

Brotha lynch (simaltaniously; sicx)
I got the lynch, called triple sicx,
Let a be a...
(bitch he's use to it,
It nothin but some raw edge bullshit),
And to ya niggas a black god,
Im'a why.....
"everybodys live their life...? "

(with brotha lynch); [together]:
Craig did it and the mob's,
(niggas never wsup), hit'em the
Creekers night...
Niggas on the same ol' ol' ,
Comin up smooth, while the of crack,
with a little moe,
(so it up for da), give it up for the endangered,
To the creek, to the creek mob, (and we no stranger),
For the fact that a young black gotta go awol,
(rush'em wit lead untill we to the wall),
[let a be a nigga till he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but the raw bullshit!!]