Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Ya Clique ( With Outsidaz )

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your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch trick, what?
Outz in the area things up (Sing it with me!)
your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing up

Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and
Is a in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in in a magically event
in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black
To roast motherfuckers, over
Stay off laced weed
I cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
Rolling box of

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Call a dancer
Get up in ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch hold her pants up
for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like
Pacer got a razor, get you and man cut
Swing a blow you duck
Throw up your hands,
on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Racer

{Pace
Bust your lip, ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, ya clique, what?
in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing up

Ton}
I hit you bastards raps as Janet Jackson's coochie
Your is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever get a deal
You either OD off skill pills
Or my reel-to-reel
of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
I'm tighter the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
Outsidaz, we hot as flames is
And I'm Slang-iz, my get pumped like twelve gauges

I'm so weeded (How are you?)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for bars (Ha ha ha)
off the top, then go back to the top
And repeat it (Ha)
it down on the paper
And still be able to it (Sorry)
I can't read, but I write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on clouds (Whee!)
I can't see cause my eyes been gouged out
I been down the Outz for ten thou-sand years
({Pace So dunn, here?)
Some weird kids with in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh?
({Pace won} There's than one? IIIllll)
What? You want me to stop?

{Pace
Bust your lip, ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick,
Outz in the area things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
Outz in the tearing things up

{Young
Yea
Your girl could suck my chewing Big Red
Till she and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a
be the outcome?
We selling twenty albums
Ay your record, nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to your five mic
And push a Withe Ac, a bike rack

the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for
F' with we, what you to see
Death's your destiny, when my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my next to me
My dick is ecstasy
Shit I say, like leprosy
I'm on a to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the
Lay you on back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, question me

{Pace
Bust lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it me!)
your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing up
Crush chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the tearing things up

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yo
Bust your lip, ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, your trick, what?
your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outz in the area tearing up

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