Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

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