Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Outta Detroit

Bitch, you can straight up eat a dick! I'm lookin' at the
frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that
mothafuckin' homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on

the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna up
props to (DETROIT!!!)

Straight outta Detroit, crazy named Blaze
Back the dead, tell my story on the front page
When I'm
I got a
Squeeze the off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck me?
The are gonna have to come and get me
We yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out

All you suckas, ain't nobody out
Niggas wanna set
Try and talk
cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit

Goin' off on any bitch like
a gat
That's at yo' dome!
So give it up
I'm with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"
a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles
Crook throwaway is a tool
make me act a mothafuckin' fool

Me and you can go, toe to toe,
On the corner, strapped, rocks daily
And weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood me
'cause I'm down with a D-E-T
Bitch, you can't with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you duck

Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as
on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, em' where you from!"
outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know
But you playa hatin' bitches better never show this

I don't give a fuck, I make my
finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, it
Run your donuts, your guns, and badges
a muthafucka in a minute
For hood rat pussy and go up in it
So if you at a

In the row
I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a
Bitches gettin' mad, ain't shit
Bitches and hoes can eat a dick
I'm a crazy from the streets

them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody the automatic
So any muthafucka that start static
my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the
Security is maximum and a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin'
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the
Creepin' up without a
And you in the scope, yo' ass is through
So bitch, you get a grip
'cause Anybody Killa's on a tip
outta Detroit!

"J is his name and the comin'..."

Straight Detroit!
Is it nut I'm cut
whut?
And your sister eat butt

A thug claimin'
I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo'
See I don't give a fuck, the problem
I see a muthafuckin' cop, I'ma him
Play it and ask for directions
And then shank him in the fuckin'
To me, it's kinda funny, Prozac
I don't know where the I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at
I'm just rollin', for some ecstasy
So I can get high and fuck this bitch to me

Ruthless...is the label floppin'
But the hatchetman be
'cause it really don't matter me
all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're
an axe just severed yo' head

And what about the bitch got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the
This be an

Of Blaze, he's and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your
And slap brother
outta Detroit!

"Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"