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 spit in face

Uh, straight off the bat, I
Straight off my back with a gun I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and and sack and crack
And 'em and snap back and battle my own shadow
'Cause ya'll and all that

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

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

I'm all red, I'm on like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the down
You get the stampede, I blood bleed
You suck dick, I

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory
So I'mma in ya face

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 spit in your face

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

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

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

Tongue kiss an angel, spit at the devil
And I do whatever for the of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black
Turn your motherfuckin' flowers to
Now fly to

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

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

And crazy's what callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's just that you get it
And if I have to do with it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will your ass from the moon
'Cause get sun, you just get it soon
Turn I.D. to a tomb

are us, the food's for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and for us
We will take the and we will take the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we take the lives

So I'mma in your 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
I'mma spit in your