Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

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

You's a ass hoe
What you really know about killas for real
Stainin' my freek show, gang of
We the for the dead
Fuckin' us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the
Callin' me this, me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga the jump I wanna slap
With the old beat down, 10 on 1
I remember no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' so fuck 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, nigga check
And fuck that bitch that you're too
When the shit go down, where the fuck your
Probably at bumpin' someone else
When the went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' inside little still frontin'
to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, my bitch
I'm like fuck
Now you what it's like
To deal real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
Seven video channels for my
I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

We the things that go bump in the
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit
Bitch who you think fuckin' with?
We keep shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the on the back
other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, matter of
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 fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch faggots blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can your muthafuckin' TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and real
And down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the side bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
Heads are finna get off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond shit

Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs
We don't need your and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we
**** who's coat you on?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a
You got his buried so far up your ass
hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** tried to ya
And there you are the dick in California
you gettin' fucked on the West coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody denying the
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm helly shit!