Luyện nghe bài hát Street Veteran

f/ Mr.

* corrections to the typist

[Mr.
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the split
Niggaz turn into dashers at the of my blaster
You might be quick but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya
Try to plug up the holes, while blood is alot
Put on my knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two,
Now I'm set to stab a dude, turn him maggot food

Jack in a magazine, kid I'll be with it quick

Watch me out clips like a son of a bitch.
No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten birth
Make I finish the job, kids I'm plotting to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if beautiful, drug her
And if her man riffs, I got the louisville
Ken Griffey swing an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya all over the place
Attacking I'm accurate, never missed a target
Open up ya mouth son I'll use my to clog it.
Dead up for real, you get up ya shield
Cause I set up to to peel shots you'll be wet as a seal.
fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs
Prone to slugs, like Stalone in First blood!

We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit pipes

Leave you wit flesh bites, that right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Norris
Bullets travel through skulls fuckin explorers
like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub destroyers
Punches to ya in bunches
goin down like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin through stomach like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like
Coughin up a lung of blood
All you super guys get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red trooper disguise
Like your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the ages. creeps
with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat
Fuck breaking through floor boards, war lords
And maintain hard. like chain mail, and broad swords

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Street veteran, we crack ya head you need
Aint no fear
A man steps we him

Veteran, ya we reddining
When the glocks pop, you so hard you crack the sediment

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will you like triceratops
Leave you wet when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul like little licking cock
You disgust me, like old ladies with pocks
rights, if a bitch steps outta line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya blood apple cider
Wish master, out my bitch blaster
Your dead and I'm cause I empty clips faster
Thugin it out, my is obnoxious
We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in pockets
teks directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce and bone Earth worms bless ya dome.
I'm in fatigues and steel combat boots
Aim for your tooth and co stomp that loose!
Cold merciless , flirt wit this,
Nine inch cock I pack to hurt you bitch
And fuck rap cause I'll shank ya back
Its hollow tips vs. your blanks and caps
unlucky that fought me already know,
Cause I left their stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You to us without a weapon to bust,
jack you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus!

You'll have your head to you, end up a dead bandit
by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it
We using fistacuffs and pistol
To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and your mister tough
You'll a peasant, pain is unpleasant
Like eating the brain of
you like crack cocaine resin
Bring it to you like armored
Like a trauma
This is benly endorsment
Smashing you like the of four men

A supporter of gore
Cock, brain on floor cement
cattle killed is similair to men dying
On euorpean battle fields, is that real, I'm not lying
You might be missing, by tradition we try to a fishin
Were like weapons that fast, like the light in the prism
Holmes take it off, a choice, get hit wit bone
force in ya trachea till you can't make a voice

Enter the prize know as the streets
A survive thing if you're weak and we as cadaver or meat