Luyện nghe bài hát Set Trippin'

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

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

[ verse 1: mc ]
Err, as I hit you up
Not givin a
Geah, I you hate it
Gang
For niggas trippin, they wanna
Punk bitches shit, I'm down to bang-bang
The thugs roll too
Bangin before hair start to on my dick
Fool, you best not be slippin by lonely
Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. was hungry
Done trapped, eiht spit
In the m.c. we hit your block lookin too
Innocent in they driveways
Yellow tape, here it comes, no better
number one, you bitches ain't feelin me
Bust caps day, ain't no killin me
So you run
Cause i'ma let my shit spit,

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

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

[ ]

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

[ 3: boom bam ]
It's just a handfull of can hang with me
I'm a example how this nigga became a gee
At the age of 15 I got up
That's when my enemies got gatted up
the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness
So me a light, so I can spark this
Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black
smoke lley, but I crack heads
And for the niggas that don't believe, I to show em
That I don't a muthafucka far as I can throw him
Viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em
Up in muthafuckas heads, em for dead
Cause 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 comin with no mo'
(see ya) so best to run
Cause let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

What the

The notorious, viii hype thugsters
59

all day
We don't

(try to with it)

[ ]

And we out