Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
out the crops
Straight out the
Straight out the
Straight out the
out the stix
Who it be? The docs straight from the crops
Im hittin switches for bitches they as dirtay as Woodstock
And when I chop, the shock straight up your vertabrate
They at yo bones, and at your eyes just like a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the
my up the Blair-witch with a four four
And I stay on the prow, with nose a blood hound
stalking muther fuckers yo an this how it goes down
This of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut
A monster shot gun an a master plot
To burn yo and murder all yo committees
door to dorr slangin lead showin no pity
I bring the to ya brain so they callin me trama
Choking at ya neck, a chain I think ya dead mama
It aint da since the sane went insane mama
Time to show these haters how to play da game mama
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Straight out the I wont stop ima POP! POP! POP!, until they all drop
Straight out the stix I wont quit, I you feeling this shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I
It be as as a gathering of 2006
And yea I grip like a tick right on the of these pricks
Who all hatein throwin a waight because say im a hick
But I aint apologizing, hell no I say em
im still runnin with a hatchet then these hoes aint nuthin
So just quit of all yall frontin and get down on yo knees
Pray to God dat I dont find you and dislocate yo spleen
you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees an shit
Wrap my hands yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a acres
Keep my name up out yo mouth, keep yo ass up out da
Ya mamiy raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
Please dont make me fetch da steel, this cap an extra pill
Pop you a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
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