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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like
Yeah, huh, we keep it like
Listen, listen, look..

The most wanted man in America, I Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your
China-white, a hundred percent, uncut
Detonate, Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and that punch
I'ma pull this Mag and make you strip
then walk down the street naked, some shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your
you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball of your legs, I'll trip on your ass

Xzibit]
You never stop me you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you you know
It the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full jackets that make you move back
units the same way I used to move crack
You never me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you

Yeah, yeah, most of the I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this close to my
I write these, fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at
Peep the design, make remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this
Most niggaz got guns but don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, daylight

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and flow
Sadaam and Castro, to the last blow
I dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively
It's like, 'cause his gat, thinkin he cute
while I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to
the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by Trife, listen
I'm in a up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and
Not to mention, my cousin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells flippin?
Plus most niggaz round parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay tax
Punch you in the mouth and take gat, motherfucker!