Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll
You know
done fucked up
Here go the
You's a ass hoe
What you really know killas for real though?
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you lose muthafuckin' head
And ya to your bitch ass hoes even a little
beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the I wanna slap
the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm
Maniac and I'ma right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you back, nigga fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I give a fuck how many records you sell
Stories you tell, check yourself
And fuck that bitch that with too
When the shit go down, where the your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' else
When the shit went down they told you fuck
Now you cryin' little thug still frontin'
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like this
Now you what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play,
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video channels for my
I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'
We the things that go in the night
We got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
who you think you're fuckin' with?
We keep this shit a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the
While bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we our shit back
Don't get your head you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean when you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and your crew
And fuck every muthafucka around and with you
And you ain't nothin on the map
for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that fuck you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you gonna step to Dark Carnival
Creators of the wicked, night
No little faggots with blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay
And burn down your TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch gonna pay
We on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get off, and slit
Bout to take it way talkin' shit
Hatchet count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn we the champs undisputed
We don't need your and MTV
million, sayin' what the fuck we please
**** who's you ridin' on?
You gotta balls, and write him a song
You got his buried so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like
And **** tried to ya
And there you are the dick in California
While you gettin' on the West coast
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody the juggalos
Come to the and get bit
Tell your boys hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!