Luyện nghe bài hát Willing a Destruction Onto Humanity

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Hotboxing the whip with piff from the
Guns come from Big Lots, from the Quick Stop
on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
Strip you for your little chip of the
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for sifting through rocks
Gave your my dick in a box
All the dirt I got on my hands I have rocks in my wristwatch
But I pick Glocks over in the gift box
you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Feed you hot slugs, each shot is a hot
Spot where we put the is hot as the Mojave
Probably time to find a new
Before cops is out the bloodhounds, rounding up the posse
Reckless niggas with records than disc jockeys
Play their records on CNN and Copy
Play the part they show the heart in the autopsy

Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it. You already survived many deaths, but you don't know anything about it. How much have you learned in this life? How much have you truly learned makes a difference?

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I'm a motherfucking headhunter, a cold to a dead summer
Doesn't matter the weather, I'm a lead-dumper
You can find the fucking body in the red
20+ years, cousin couldn't dead (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the that I rap
I nickname gats, my butterfly effect
The or the TEC
Some of my is on their deen, some of them provide the wet
And of them provide the birdos
Jail motherfuckers that'll you on their furlough
I run through a wall, heard of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking though
I've been getting money since my third
My new is berzerko, only smoke the purple
Y'all just fucking stand in circles
Me and Jus controversial