Luyện nghe bài hát Rest In Piss

(Brotha Lynch)
Yeah I'm back up in motherfucker
You what i'm sayin
For the 9 the fuck
You I ain't dead yet
You know what i'm
I'm with my locc niggas

I was a dead man, they say, so every night I hit the J
the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the simmering in my brain
The of death cloud my mind
As my niggas is gone away many and 24 riches, packed
but who got my back fey
now them niggas done hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the olds
24 ways and a 24 of that purple kush and make me sicker
than sick and even get Ripgut if you wish
nigga it's EBK everyday all day til the day I die
I'm through yo set with a mini mac 10
AR15 rugga with a 12 guage in the trunk
and a black disguise
That nigga that you can't see cuz of them
glocks and loccs my eyes
Crack like a black cat with a mac with a mac10 on my lap and a fat sack of crack
took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas a four fifth
So I let 'em it ounces of oh ee four oh no that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for the nigga that'll dump and pump one in yo bitch and put her in the grave with an empty fourty ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
bounce to that ounce
with a lack and a mac and a fat pack of that in door
I'm sicker than sick them niggas they gotta when I
grab my shit you either gone or get caught a hot one
so rest in piss

(Chorus)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4
I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your
"Rest in Piss" (Shit) (repeat 4x)

(verse 2)

(Brotha Lynch)

From the rep of the of the double O
duece foe block with a in my pocket
full of that sess you wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm your set betta pack you a tech
cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of shit
nigga don't trip when i put one in dick that Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal shit nuts and guts all over my chest
and stomach running til the slack threw my strap in the
twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Block
kicking it with maniac the nigga a maniac sicker than sick
when a clips in put em on the ground
with a brain full of nine slugs and read him in Reader's Digest
uh I found a new love trickeling in my half of the doja
half of the oh-E half of the fact that I'm that nigga
the duece foe blockster
where niggas never put glocks up
and get cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop us
loc to the brain insane a main game that will maintain
cut your throat and leave you in the street
with a lynch around your motherfucker
cause you ain't got no love foe the
pop gotta hot foe that 24 street
that took a shot rest in piss

(Chorus)