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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

The most man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is like pressin your luck
China-white, a percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you
then down the street naked, some gangsta shit
it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll on your ass

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

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

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