Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo this is shit right here
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My people, or the niggas I roll with
You know
Y'all done up
go the shittalkin'

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

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 shit go down, where the your crew?
Probably at home someone else
the shit went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside thug still frontin'
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many wanna beat me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know it's like
To with real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm shit

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 shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and
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 skills don't shit when you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and your crew
And fuck every around and down with you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this bullshit mainstream rap
And I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

Hoe ass hoes, we those hoes
How the fuck you gonna step to Dark Carnival
Creators of the wicked, night
No little faggots with blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my in the underground and stay real
And down your little 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 carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and
to take it way beyond talkin' shit

Hatchet count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' well we the champs undisputed
We don't need radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' the fuck we please
**** who's you ridin' on?
You lick 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 receiving the dick in
While you gettin' fucked on the West
I'm at home fuckin' Kim
all you faggot ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody denying the
Come to the and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm helly shit!