Luyện nghe bài hát Spit In Your Face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma in your face

Uh, off the bat, I come
Straight off my back with a gun like I'm in
And in I attack and tackle and sack and crack
And crack 'em and snap back and battle my own
'Cause wack and all that

Bullshit ya talkin', startin' to get
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew these
Stir, I'm the block but you don't pass like a flunky
We a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come around with that plan, boy
I'll this motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the on the stand, boy
This is my game, ask in the stands, boy

I'm all red, I'm on fire a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp
You get the stampede, I make bleed
You dick, I succeed

Yeah, yeah, and this is how tastes
So I'mma spit in ya

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

If this is a race, I goin' for no pace
I am goin' for place, bow ya home, how ya gon'
with me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes the ground

Bitch nigga, I am not your
We are not from the home, boy
My Nina Baker your joy
destroy who ya employ
I 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your body get by a fisherman
Yeah, You is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & wanna kiss ya pussy pearl

Tongue kiss an angel, fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the medal
Turn motherfuckin' flowers to feathers
Now fly to

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in face

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma in your face

And crazy's what callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly
Ain't no faith in me the hardest crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's just hope you get it
And if I have anything to do it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass the moon
'Cause you'll get sun, you get it soon
your I.D. to a tomb

Goons are us, the for us
We eat with our hands, no and spoon for us
We will take the and we will take the wives
And we won't take the but we will take the lives

So I'mma spit in face
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
spit in your face