Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll
You know
Y'all fucked up
go the shittalkin'

You's a ass hoe
What you really know about killas for though?
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the for the dead
with us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the at the hospital
Callin' me this, me that
Cause you's a ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, fuck that
I'm the poster child of
I'ma keep swingin' my axe nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so fuck you
Tell friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

Man I don't give a how many records you sell
you tell, nigga check yourself
And fuck that bitch that with too
When the shit go down, where the your crew?
at home bumpin' someone else
When the shit went down told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' little thug still frontin'
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas wanna me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like this
Now you know it's like
To deal with real killas that play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
Seven video channels for my
I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm shit

We the that go bump in the night
We got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you're fuckin'
We keep this shit like a meet, we be runnin' it
With the on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get your cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills mean shit when you get fucked up
So your set, and fuck your crew
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all this bullshit commercialized rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those
How the you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night
No little bitch faggots blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws of dick
You can keep your TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn down your TV set
String up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're pay
We stay on the dark side of the grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way talkin' shit

Hatchet count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' well we the champs undisputed
We don't your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the we please
**** coat you ridin' on?
You lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up ass
hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** to warn ya
And there you are the dick in California
While you fucked on the West coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass sell out
And fuck denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!