Luyện nghe bài hát Set Trippin'

Ain't nothin but killers in this
Ugh
it out
In the house

For the 9 to the 6
Ain't but the viii hype thugs
Ugh
It ain't but the viii hype thugs
It ain't nothin but the hype thugs
Geah,
it out

[ 1: mc eiht ]
Err, as I hit you up
Not a fuck
Geah, I know you it
Gang
For trippin, they wanna hang
Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to
The thugs too thick
Bangin hair start to grow on my dick
Fool, you best not be slippin by your
Collectin my stripes, b.g. eiht was hungry
trapped, eiht spit speedy
In the m.c. we hit block lookin too greedy
Innocent by-standers in driveways
tape, here it comes, no better days
Stripe number one, you bitches feelin me
Bust caps every day, no killin me
So you run
Cause let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ ]
Set
Them are flippin
Got a of guns
So you to run (2x)

[ verse 2: mc ]
thuggin it up, and I'm not givin a fuck
Anybody gets bucked (I buck-buck-buck)
Geah, that's how we do it, straight
9 gat I'm packin, keep frownin
Fool, cause it ain't no
Fresh t's with the fat-ass strings
You gets my point, saggin
of the gat full of fuckin hollow points
(watch out now) that ass gon' get up bad
(that's right) that ass gon' get a pad
I hope your ain't home, I hope your kids ain't 'sleep
Ain't no shame in this muthafuckin game
Catch my gang
And you gon' get hit, on a long vacation
Fool, so you run
Cause let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ ]

Mc in the house
Take 2 to your
Boom bam in the
2 to your mouth

[ verse 3: bam ]
It's just a of niggas can hang with me
I'm a clean example how nigga became a gee
At the age of 15 I got up
That's when my punk-ass got gatted up
the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness
So pass me a light, so I can spark
Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black
Don't smoke lley, but I heads
And for the niggas that believe, I gots to show em
That I don't trust a muthafucka far as I can him
Viii hype thugs, and we pumpin em slugs
Up in muthafuckas heads, em for dead
shit is gettin drastic
I had my gat, so I
Now wrapped in plastic
And labelled the toe tag
I bet your bitch-ass won't be with no mo' drag
(see ya) so best to run
Cause i'ma let my spit, dum-diddy-dum

What the

The notorious, viii hype thugsters
59

all day
We play

(try to deal it)

[ ]

And we out