Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your putang you smelly
With Funkadelic for you relics
(The buffalo fake the nigga sweeper)

The Grim grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off sauvignon
The game sprays out of my like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each I rhyme on
You had on like you had nylons on

Boogie funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV with a coat hanger
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake comedy for my accident on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the person don't even try it

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, he's back to in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
Ready to
With the boom ping,
That the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and and clipped equipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill I'm blasting
None of them Danskin
Closing caskets

Put my L.A. throat on
back on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the feather, in linen
with the vengeance
And when I that gun clap

Bitch, roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than it
And be about the
It's WC and I your mama

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

make way for the big bomber
Mr. all rider, original bang hand glider
up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch that mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, me back burner material
Never, scraped off serial and brought [unverified]
your block when live while you work
'Cause it ain't no repping
you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping
Come on, feel the

What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so
We freeze all area codes, they this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, orders to chickens and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow me
Matter fact, it ain't to many that can see me
For sure been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna test me, I you would
Lyrics bang more than niggaz bang they hood
I come through like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so heat I make the Devil run for shade
This no game nigga, so don't fuck with T
around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries

I got warrants for my by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these
A female in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
Don't fuck Terry

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, T
on, swang on