Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, what when you combine
The with the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to
hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, that right up my alley
Chasing you up the alley

a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' my family
I roll a gang of go getters
And them and them gorillas

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of your niggas and it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These rigorous bullets, so rivid and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
menaces and villains and hoodlums
That'll give you the
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of
So if you ever get the notion to motion forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the I feel
To make me wanna run up in ya
Shoot you in the if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me alone 'cause I
The city known for motherfuckas
plenty money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, a pity

You ain't fuckin' with it put ya stash down
at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' shit nigga,
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior

And a standin' too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Tolor me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red got beef with the feds

Put three in ya from the street full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, fled
When ya sleep sleep, dead

Why you on the back block, fightin' in the spot
Jackpot, ask not

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for
And to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla who's the and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility says rewind means growin' before
And livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the of the righteous

Or gang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If beef, get the shit off ya chest

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

I'll still open up the
Guns we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the