Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You know what I'm
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 about killas for real though?
Stainin' my freek show, of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass 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 jump I wanna
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm
Maniac and I'ma stand where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, fuck that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep my axe till nuthin's left
I havin' that so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma 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 you're with too
When the go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' else
When the shit went down told you fuck yourself
Now you inside 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 what it's like
To deal with real killas don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit

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

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

Hatchet don't count, hatchet included
goddamn well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we
**** who's coat you 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 like
And **** to warn ya
And there you are receiving the in California
While you gettin' fucked on the coast
I'm at home fuckin' Kim
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And fuck denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!